48 - eternal lines - towards a collection of notes about the problem of time

17.2.20

48

eternal lines

two pieces towards a collection of notes about the problem of time  

more and more gone to it

as if had helped themselves

now can’t be helped

it’s how

time’s undiscovered

                                                      

pick up speed

take thunder

hear the blooms

you think to draw them

but retreat

all on country there

atonal

pulse to which I call

storms of cloud

or simply dark

souls have been sold for more

less in odd cases

cough and it’s over – take ship

time’s unattended

like a dream

and come to me

angels will

so tidings borne

some days deep in my words

I have missed it

gone without

I think there are numbers

we guess

take rain

a measured thing

world at a time

and pipe it from the tank            

call kingdom if you must

pointed healing towards all wounds

a muttering of peace

it has a signature

if rarely read

how lightning struck me gone

.

it has come

for instance, so much lost to night

speak under

itch and influence

the river run

without the fish

consider a distance till Christmas

all its implements are torture

comes as a singularity

where words went

I am too  

and brief though fraught

a sea of bobs and bits

there is a shutter capture click

none keep up with me

you think you’ve filled a page with it

but light still stutters through

thing sung towards, not hit

we think we’re pissing out of the tent

but the truth still is

calligra-Fates

and likewise Furies

harpies, gobblins of the hob

in lapidary letters

please tell me what remains

some will say ‘mere technique’

think always a way around

it’s made from the career

little bird told me so