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Before temples there were groves

Before groves

No dressed stone. Are you listening?

Just cruising the headings

There’s an ocean leak like energy tide

Before cops and robbers,

Before baseline

There’s a king cockatoo flying roundabouts

A koala court

A vacant niche

Not so. One is always none is never done

But the pulse, quick-stepping

Change your beat, heart

Not too late to restart

Between action is retraction,

Dissatisfaction,

You never come when I call

You’re never away

A pilot auto,

Flying towards stars.