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There are Times
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Mark Andrew Heathcote
There are times I want to climb mountains And walk through mauve flowering heather bells Times I can’t find any happy outcomes; A ghost walks beside me nothing repels.
There are times I want to rise, soar-like a-hawk And assent the heavens alone to find A dappled cloud that never lightning forks Never rains, freezes-over drifts malign.
I want to plummet in the heart of a-stone And catch fire, disintegrate into a song. A vision of eternal emptiness a cyclone I want to centre baptismal fall aplomb!
Like a kingfisher on his piercing sword Die like a cradled spider spinning for stars Swinging 360 degree angles up untoward Some lantern home, beyond all other, facades
Times I just want to be here/there whizz-bang, There are times I want a homestead made out of Wattle and daub guess-you-know clay and dung Is what made my heart to sing superfluous?
