#219 - working my patch

                      

8.viii.20

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working my patch

 

and creature come

dream crawl

(never think very far

but sleep in the bones

those sheep counting on me)

 

never knowing where this sky falls

to whom or why but wait

 

hatch a plan

in arrows after

add up

(clarinets come in)

 

always always gathering

 

just as may be

come idea

come image

tune

as if there were a choice

 

a casting fallow for

it is a lit thing

I hear voices

symphony pours in

 

I go galumph

Joy chortle

then we mist again

come clearing

where tend

 

I like a steadying anytime

tidy in the fire

 

until towards for drama

and on purpose singe

 

it is a made thing

and we happen here

fortuitous, by theft

and all by other cunning

kindnesses as well

 

someone will wish upon these days

 

such joys as I have slept

still bliss me

 

kind of a quilt and cosy

lost to the corners

 

there make myself museum of sorts

 

etch the edges in

but black and white so far

 

implements older than conjuring

sharpen the breeze on these tricks

 

mainly I go round

picture the track

field, float

 

tiny in the calendar

till all attending Spring

 

one day (and here, have a/n hereafter)

this is where I’ll be discovered

so deep

so far down

in the act