my lost children
in the tunnels
reach out
it is that time
and then the other time
when it all whirs
and goes backwards
towards the other place
the further place
look now look
soft as the dead hands
that stroke
cool and slow
it comes
over everything
little dark dead angel
watch it happen
the happening
beyond everything
that you know
and your mouth
in the morning
when the door
almost cries
think yourself
like oxen through the dawn forest
then never think again
yes, yes
.
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