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2015, 6*, ageing, air, being, buttress, chestnut tree, compromise, earth, generations, grass, growth, identity, leaf, letting go, life, reaching, time, trees, trunk
sweet chestnut
I have
long
since
shifted the earth apart
imperceptible for grass to grow,
now, unknowing, so new;
I have
forgotten
what it’s like to emerge
without design, and have
grown buttresses for so long
they have twisted to comprise;
the trunk
of upward
direction
that I reach from
aimlessly with diminishing wisdom
to a top leaf shifting
this way
and that
between air
{there is some anger and sulk that I do not write anymore: not sure if I couldn’t keep up the hi-octane perception or that ‘I was only seeking attention’ explains it all; I still don’t know, but maybe I don’t need to hold such stoic upper lips about it all, arms crossed, turned away; maybe just a bit of compassion wafting this way and that …}
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air wormhole: ‘from the cathedral window two stories / high …’
being wormhole: silence
compromise & letting go wormhole: poessay XI – piquant love
grass wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – sooner; / and later
identity wormhole: a far grander / Sangha
life wormhole: looking hard enough
time wormhole: ‘she shook the sweets …’
trees wormhole: ‘and is there homage …’
mlewisredford 