logs

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logs ( sgol )

chopped in bits ‘n’ blocks

sleeping like a winter copse

rowan, oak & pine

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pen another then

squirming worms within a book

ash becoming ash

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as the trees are stumped

floating & un-flushable

– that’s the captain’s dump

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see the blurring words

– look, a comet comes for thee

tails for the annals

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shapes of apes & bots

time’s the slime of onion skins

all the whirled’s a stage

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signing in & off

crossing boxes with a tick

over & noted

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