one by one feet's chorus
on newfound shores
stranded luck landed
an uneasy welcome
from now on it would be clear
a stranger in a strange land
who walks on
without fear?
a lost son pricked
the moon to believing
the dreams of ubiety
lay beyond rhyming
summer's vanished
shelter from the storm
merely a type of poetry
would not be the last
an eye-shot
to-be-held
not a miracle
but Eden's path
endless wildnesses
caves streams deserts
mountains tree branches
heart beats
taken without fear
a strategy oblique
sweet smell's
never lost
image: Oblique strategies 2. / oil paint on insulation material on ply panels / 48 x 48 cm / jskewes
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