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I who can blink

to break the spell of daylight

and what a sliding screen between worlds

is a blink

I who can hear the last three seconds in my head

but the present is beyond me


in this tiny moment of reflexion

I want to work out what it’s like to descend

out of the dawn’s mind

and find a leaf and fasten the known to the unknown

with a liquid cufflink

              and then unfasten

to be brief

to be almost actual

oh pristine example

of claiming a place on the earth

only to cancel

A Rushed Account of the Dew

Alice Oswald

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