We must turn out of it
Drive on to another bent road
Surely you can feel the hurrying will
The multiplicity that moves us on
Against the unity of the little self
I thank heaven we’re not in charge
Of our destinies yet that other forces
Annotate our lives with their histories
But if you wake up in some womb
Call me baby
I’m coming soon
And if the sea is lapping your feet
And you have turned around
Your face arriving first
1 comment:
your first line briskly snapped me to attention. wonderful, peter.
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