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Douglas Barbour
floating head songs
a
float
oats
seed in
time
rime
(the snows
fall
the head floats
free
at last of
love
(the prison house of
beyond
sing sing
the hills beyond the hills beyond
&
rush (rusts)
where the river run
seen from this perspective
& approached thus
the stone head left behind
sings secrets
Or what the ploughman didnt notice
that time
a splash legs high
or
a head hair
lost in waves
singing
the song would have drawn him off &
away
long
gone
song
of every rock & rill
echoing from every hill
loss
tossed
upon the waves
whirling
ahead
sings past
loss
the dark tunnel her shining face fading
all those women tearing
across gradually green slopes
meat
just
ice
I
chanted
for
th
floating
a darkening blue
a cast of heavy rose
the hills green shadow
ahead in the water
last light glints
spreading to
the sea
ahead
the sea
sate
you are
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