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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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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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dead silence . . .
an ancestral wisdom
in so few words
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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
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beach-combing
a child washes away
from her death
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plagued by silence
a ruru mimics the sound
of the dark night
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windfallen
on manicured lawns
Sappho's ashes
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swollen night
the pre-cum of dawn
bends a leaf
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sultry night
my birthplace rattles
its chains
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news of war
teens eye their figures
up and down
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in the awe
overspilling her eyes
our smallness
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new notebook
an abyss yawns open
to my voice
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a sea breeze
encrypts messages
from the edge
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less of more
the stream entered
more than once
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ever present –
is this too to be
our pretense?
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from Light Verse (a work in progress)
before light
when to be
is just that
in darkness
becoming
a candle
let there be . . .
ta ta ta
strike the flint
for now
a spark
just that
Saroyan's candle
sputtering
lighght
night breeze —
the sound of light
on a wick
the light
that lies
in words
a candle deifynes the darkness
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wormhole trip . . .
my shadow and I
splice genes
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on a narrow road
to the heart of the moment
before time began
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insomnia . . .
I yawn my way through
some parallel dimension
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inaugural flight
the eagle switches to
autocratic pilot
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paper cranes . . .
I bend time and space
a thousand times
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the reflections
of an alien species
out of my mind
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eye contact . . .
particles appear smaller
than their wavelengths
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n! = (by
olfactorial equations)
the rose known
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windy day -
stretching the truth
across clouds
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olive stone -
a mass surveillance branch
all but snowed in