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i’m watching every single crumb of you weightless
in the morning before you turn to wake
of course we know the distance won’t take us
but we move as if we cannot stay

well nothing went uncovered, no nothing went undone
air below, night between
oft stood in the path won’t wait long
but is it coming? can you ‘can’t believe’?

in the foreign light
remain the colours of the far unseen

of longing cause and bound to a same time
i find you of the soil and curled beneath
and softening the ground we step while
the weight is calming us eternally

well nothing was decided but forming from the wild and
i cannot possibly
understand the line that we came from
Is it running does it care to be

in the foreign light of the far unseen

well who came by this long time
asking why it’s gone while
thought cannot, is not seen

far unseen

Anoixi

sea breeze

fruit

as they come crashing
a constellation carrying wains
i look for the faint line drawing
a language between

and i find you in all of it
“someone will remember us i say
in another time”*
we’re to follow the waves... 

...as they come crashing
each forgotten tender will rise
your gaze when skyward focused
reflecting back in separate eyes 

awaken through all of it
hopelessly and turning around
“when all night long
it pulls them down”**

as we go, 
marching all land ours

* p297 sappho - if not winter
** p301

as they come crashing

bass by Alex Oates, mastered by Leon Dufficy.

always felt much heavier
when the weight fell to the coloured earth
and we came like our rolling dice
fell still upon a growing tide

we always say, well what would you say
if they ask us out right for a modern way
to be caught up in a falling time 
worn like 
everything was born unkind
but nothing’s ever born unkind

i wholly felt to bury your name
in the sweet light cast in a loving way
would be only like a blue lit sky
found the same in every single eye

if we breath in fast if we never exhale
if it all just stops in the modern way
to be fossils of a soul in time
held when
everything was born unkind
but nothing’s ever born unkind

maybe all that past is a heavier weight

but we cannot pause for a second to think
and can’t dip our hands in passing stream
where it’s cold enough to soothe our minds
tell us nothing’s ever born unkind
unless some of us are born unkind

a modern weight

come with your words and the moonlight encased
in all your ideas of the solitude ways
we can call ourselves
dive for, meanwhile

four poets may sleep in celestial beds
the lines that we drew travelled always through them
carry with us
as we set out for, this begins

o while the more ways that we unfold across
the pages we kept without leaving a mark
the night knows
something bright glows

in somewhere we went but were not sure why
the world opened questions and all of us blind
came to answer
body, remember them

felt in the weight of a hand holding head
the substance you draw from the tiniest things
as the blood flows
a surface responds

o while the more ways that we coexist cause
confines of knowledge from past carry forth
the night knows
something bright glows

four poets conceive you and i in a breath
the way that we touch as we’re held in the crescent
moon. 
know that something bright glows
we know that something bright glows

four poets

you in the street while it’s ours
worn inside a history of skin
peeling back the layers of every generation
and i’m hoping there’ll be something 
left to live in
but call us into our scene and nightly
a universe of temperate beings
you understand the gestures, leave them to the soil
as if it’s nothing to be sent for
heard and received

Until you recognise faces eulogise ways
they always might overcome
are you taking advantage of
the long time that you pour into
now we’re moving-up wade-streams
sifting our blood
but it’s always not thick enough
if it’s always not thick enough
do not recognise faces in it

we can been seen in the quiet
“You do not have to walk on your knees”
i love it when she speaks of a soft animal
and you venerate the wish 
that we’re always wild geese
find now in nuance of light/speech
as it occupies us always in turn
what happens where the message 
can pause and be receptive
we can open and untangle it
learn

hd hausmann

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