open
the hatches of the egg
for
and after Ed Wright
take a
suntumble
go on
last
things have a life of their own
because
there is no other side
it's
important to do a good death
will
you come with me?
say
fond adieu
tribes
and nations
lost
in prayer
have
never been seen since
you
could vanish anywhere
I
choose the garden
golden
and golden
next
ages are
much
by moon
this
blindness
love!
so generations lost
hate
equally! bare knuckles to
many
have just bundied off
many
are eaten alive
some
eat dog as dogs do
some
sink in a city
some
soar beyond clouds
all
gone
the
hundred billion of my kind
and
every year we're ever so much
eat
almost as many
of
others
unkind!
perhaps
if just
in
the garden we grew
as
a single thought
will
grow into time
trying
to answer
one
question will do
or the big
bang might have been a murmur
was
that really it to begin?
one
doubts this
the
scale may be grand
but
who was it heard
this
first forest grow?
if
there are fifteen billion years
why
not fifteen billion more?
so
many first things were never beginnings
so
many beginnings weren't first
like
cutting teeth
there
was bone before that
the
sea is flat from a storm before
what
you held in your hand sets free
sets
off
but
the journey is never really beginning
because
there's a road to show
feet
have already been
if
that metaphor will not serve
consider
this life reciting the self
the
words where they have always been
and
the world was a clock spun on
if
difference is just that
then
how
was it, is it, to begin?
o
happy vanishing that way
lives
not lost
but
we all find
in
our hearts
the
thanking time
first
death I die will be an instance
unique,
but I know, only to me
you
could vanish anywhere
I
choose the garden
won't
you down tools
just
be?
let's cast
an
eye about
let's
sit still
for
a while
so
much open to discussion
and
yet no second chance
though
scope for planning's limited
nevertheless
there's an imperative
to
try to get it right
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