January 2017
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notes towards an end
always now
before it has a name
morning light
does it live
the other I think
in the word
vital signs
the form conforms
to the word
eye to eye
what comes to pass
with a yes
no room now
light without end
fills the night
to be
what is hidden
and seen
Otata 13 - January 2017
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a sequence for my daughter
jigsaw child
fitting words
fall together
only this
the flicker of blood
barely glimpsed
singled out
by silence
our mutable feast
in the world
if only of it
daughter buffalo
echoing
what has no voice
daughter of mine
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midsummer night
the moon hangs about
like a suicide
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heaven-sent . . .
vernix enfolds the word
whispered in doubt
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my heartbeat
on mesolithic time
once more
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advent silence
speaking our language
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open hand . . .
her call curls out from
the unheard
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awake again . . .
has dawn recreated
the am I was?
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still us –
sounds aflutter
enter the light
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dead silence . . .
an ancestral wisdom
in so few words
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still life . . .
all my colours
from dusk
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night falls on
night falling on
a dark sea
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grave silence –
a distant fantail
barely heard
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midnight hunt . . .
every pulse pledged
to the prey
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after rain too
the sea has no colour
of its own
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moonlit sea
bound to me in this ditch
of ownership