8 January 2022
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Could I look harder?
could I look harder?
is to look enough?
could I sing?
could I sing more?
is to sing enough?
why am I here?
not in night so much
as dreaming
down
the underneath gone
so I calm my breath
and step quietly
into the timeless
for the overneath to come
on the edge of my breath the world begins
in the grey place where curves of pillows sing like skin
or it could be morning it could be a sail’s grace along a line of song