September 2016
September marks for me the time of year I was born - the beginning of spring in Aotearoa / New Zealand.
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in the beginning
a lack of words
for nothing
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as you read
an old silence becomes
audible once more
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filling in the gaps
left after words
haiku
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theory of everything
the grand design
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even here
a cheshire cat
of words
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this endless hunt for meanings,
finally a kind of curious greed
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and still
leaden words sink me
ever deeper
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in-between
breath-wide moments
nothing but
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this prosthesis
re-membered
word by word
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leaves break down a death sentence
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wind whorls fingerprint man-dust
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when you were
when meaning was worded
with relics
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a grief ago almost borne
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in winter wind
all that’s left of me
escapes me
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finger-felt
what the pine
had to teach
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there and there
so near still
a mayfly’s was
