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When I can't sleep - when I'm sick - when no one else is home - when I'm lost in transit - I tinker

This is my word for what I do - a slow - un-clever - tactile - cheap - harmless rearranging of odd bits of my nature & gatherings - until they sing - off-key

I tinker at long sequences - & stay close to notebooks - mostly when no one is looking

Am increasingly filled with hopelessness - but sometimes when I'm up to my elbows in a line's perplexities

Confidence lands its flocks upon me & I feel - inside the poem - unafraid

from A Thin Plea

Phil Hall

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