peter jerrim

what appears to be no history no history
no terra terra nil  they whisper
here is no land no land for us we do not
realise realise we are surround

we are women men men and
babes girlboys we surround treebirds
grass to our elbows feet pad endlessly
beneath pad pad pad

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ambient suggesting forever suggest
now

use-something-like-this-to further-your-flight
if fly you must can will if fly
you pad it is the same ever
eternal onward movement even our dreams they

are forever morning we wake running
pad pad it is easy ceaseless
the running through every excused
creature’s existence the sky moon

sun stars clouds the river’s
surface reflecting moments in what one
day will be
time