#235 - upon reflection

 

24.viii.20

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upon reflection

 

in me the treetops

come again

the giving ink all lit

 

mostly below notice though

least of creatures given to glimpse

a topple twirl and caught

 

this is the purposelessness

heaven height in deeps

of leaf spun

 

to know the infinite is not

but breath days fade in

run the words away

 

as through this orchestra

baton breeze suggests

first silence of the shone world

 

in the after wind

see only and ever

what’s there

 

 

cosy nook

 

dark stumble

twin sisters in a bar

clue by glee go

identical or telling

 

there was the wishing to be in

so insect in the undertrail

 

for patience still

come to the point of not knowing where

 

you with me then

I won’t ask who

 

night – how many turns?

count the worlds come gone

 

by labyrinth string back

crumbs all

 

death of the wind as well

 

I believe we spoke of a dangerous squeeze

bottom of the stairs that way

 

I left some moonshone stones

 

everywhere everyone

many make mansion

 

I was after the quick brown fox

made me lazy dog

 

pick a bone

any bone

 

no webs grow on the vine of them

or settle dust to tell

 

it’s here’s the idea of out-of-time

and of time’s travels as well

 

house and houses

spread from hunch and almost

 

such palaces to pay no mind

 

at intervals where remembering

no one grows old

none weary

 

error to think the other worlds one

 

go where they go, am gone