#1 - solipsistry - going solo - triumphal march of one

1^st of January, 2020

1

(in the old calendar #1461)

going solo

or

me, my own Leviathan

‘Solitary, Poor, Nasty, Brutish and Short’

(now there’s a firm of solicitors

or a publisher, perhaps?)

I was an island once

when rain was

you could canoe around me

the garden is dying

I’m six parts water

maybe more

doesn’t seem to help

I was am elephant in the room

and here, once again

asleep at the wheel

or driving from the dream’s rear quarters

mainly resolve it will rain

upcycle

roll around like

till I am a ball

aye aye, captain

then to a frig in the rigging

and burial at no one’s see

lonely as this business

of passing unnoticed

from year to year

in the day

where I always was

it’s with an itch unslept

up with first birds

still with last year’s smoke

back in it

how else for a firstness

but here again?

I must be more vanishing

how else?

duty is a sense

begun on something infinite

how many pages may I be?

already lost at the head of the trail

from these vapours

solipsistry – the buryhead art

every dab hand is at

rhythm of making

is out of days

in hours

in moments

here’s Janus

hardly out the door

and carrying coal back in

let like a breeze

one ear and out another

things dreamt and lost still haunt us

they are family we were

go at day as with a camera

                            

am I my own music?

can I take you there?

it only sounds like a song

must not hold things too close to the heart

fire catches there

tell tunefully

resolve

on which gone breeze?

triumphal march of one

just think of that face

in the wind would change

you only need to look

let it be healing

by heaven I’ll tell it

ladders always for up

please steady me

while I climb

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second draft

(from the pickouts)

solipsistry – the buryhead art

every dab hand is at

or

triumphal march of one

here, once again

asleep at the wheel

or driving from the dream’s rear quarters

mainly resolve it will rain

must not hold things too close to the heart

fire catches there

how else for a firstness

but back again?

I must be more vanishing

tell tunefully

resolve

on which gone breeze?

just think of that face

in the wind would change

lonely as this business

of passing unnoticed

from year to year

let it be healing

by heaven I’ll tell it

ladders always for up

please steady me

while I climb