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                                                                      “bring in as many
                                                                        different kinds of leaf
                                                                        as you can find”

                                                      early autumn evening
                                                      becoming dark on Plumstead
                                                      Common I finish by finding
                                                      a really big maple leaf
                                                      and the possibility of find
                                                      in the cooling light under a
                                                      lamp post where the
                                                      day colours turn dark
                                                      and the night colours
                                                      stain lurid and I have made
                                                      the discovery myself
                                                      I have found myself
                                                      I have found I can build
                                                      myself discovering





autumn wormhole: autumn
being wormhole: ‘I should never want for something to write …’
childhood wormhole: phantom / stranger
evening wormhole: ruddy pink
identity wormhole: poessay IV
lamp-post wormhole: midnight
leaves wormhole: ‘thinking things through …’
night wormhole: the Eiffel Tower