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2012, 7*, branches, buildings, childhood, doing, dream, fear, flying, grass, hills, life, responsibility, sitting, sky, streets, trees
the edges of my reach
what is the meaning
of the huge building
so big miles away
that it seems so close
and only thirty floors
high across the street
that when I realise
its distance I cannot
look up I cannot look up
when young I couldn’t
look up I just stood at
the foot of the building
the moving sky would
make it fall would make
everything fall if I looked –
terrible responsibility
when I was older I found
my way onto ledges half-
way up I’ll have to step I’ll
have to step the abyss down
as the chasm is up when
down I have got nowhere
then I climbed the grassy
hills bold enough to clump
the holds and maybe bound
to find the incline become
vertical I cannot continue
I have to hold tight tight
to the ground will the grass
hold me
once I found I could fly –
held my hands together
and directed – but found
myself in the top branches
of the tree which couldn’t
hold my weight
and then I wake up and act
when probably
I should wake up and sit
sequel to I glimpse above the rooftops
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
branches wormhole: tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again
buildings & dream & life wormhole: I glimpse above the rooftops
childhood wormhole: the sounds the difficulty and the long long strands of liquorice
doing wormhole: Do Nothing Usually / Take Everything Regularly / Consider It All Clearly / And Step Aside It Waltzingly
hills wormhole: King of the World
sitting & sky wormhole: 25% scaffolding & rope
streets wormhole: practising
trees wormhole: rhetorical inevitability inexorable in both immanent dissipation & implicit effulgence
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