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                            Joni Mitchell

                      particularised and log-bumped
                      the very texture and air
                            around her
                      that her admirers and lovers couldn’t
                            without her
                      and thereby learnt to breathe
                            by themselves

                            ‘why am I
                      like this?’ she asked when she wrote
                      and in a trance she kept peeling
                            the answers





air wormhole: blue and green / a l l s  o  r  t  s
breathing & identity wormhole: the / Woolworth / Building
Joni Mitchell wormhole: ashramas
sound wormhole: all the while / the flagpole rope / occasionally flaps / the breeze
speech wormhole: “so …”
writing wormhole: really