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I have learnt much and I have learnt nothing –
fog is sky visiting us and like sadness we are barely visible
I saw two headlights coming towards me but it was sun and moon
the colour of my grand-mothers hair leaked into the Avalon of a nest,
and each egg lay like broken mouths with the very beginnings of a new world.
I have learnt how to fly into walls and gather with leaves
we whisper the secrets of where we came from and miss it,
the ghosts of all our ancestors converge at the dusk-burnished lake
It reflects the whole world to distract you from seeing below the skins surface.
Take my hand woman and man with tears so heavy that they can no longer rise
we shall wander in this fog and just be and just be and just be and then stop at the gate.
I have learnt how to run into the frith and swirl like a fox in blood warm sleep,
this is how we remember to be human and this is me at my very best.
One day a fox danced in the snow and thawed the whole world
tt made the sun so jealous that by night it unfurled.
This was me at my best, at my most human.
each sunrise hatches new chances to be.