#183 - an ark of it

3.7.20

183

ark of it

light spun

where we are preserved

each inkling

and its sky glimpse till

come into the dream

must go that way

some stray lines flew

and slum the thing

have we not been all consuming?

someone said the sun

no matter the scribble

these early hours

you won’t be remembered

here’s humble dictator

and is as does

in a certain shirt – immortality’s mode

float dollar

or logs downstream

make legend of the menace

an ark out of the drought

these rooms and the fountain imagined

to the music lost too

time on its bier we bore

each a dreamsworth home