23.xi.20
326
two poems
spectacular
to be 
for godsbother
here now 
alive and all perceiving 
concerned for 
someone else must care
the past from which we dream now 
strange languages come by 
see yourself at it 
mirror or not 
a sky edge to 
future vanishing as fast 
time took to us 
alive, all perceiving 
a garden in my wilderness
and it consists 
from somewhere
gauge temperature, humidity 
mood, a turn of stars 
and really just us 
all entities proceeding 
the looking out 
and after of me 
own two feet and spring !
just ask 
though habits form from 
over the tripwire 
and elsewhere meant 
might think that you’ve imagined it 
but I don’t buy that lark
feel one world 
suspect the others 
I’ll ink it out for you 
just thus 
no sure 
no certain knowledge 
but that we’re here for now 
live until
we don’t 
for godsbother
come touch tell 
it’s everybody’s story 
look ahead back 
go breathless
it’s once in a lifetime!
imagining the world stops 
that’s just one habit of a clock 
think of the flying islands 
ropes and pulleys tear along 
time in its polished glass and drip 
below beyond a threshold 
then leavings are taken to season 
no need for concern about that 
never from ashes or until dust 
how long? 
so close 
death comes 
never notice 
is it the spiral decline 
or come for revelation? 
take light to the top 
straight as a tree is not 
but here’s the way we’re back 
pain ends if we do 
no god-floaties 
a river to the sea
and after that 
you wouldn’t know 
you wouldn’t feel a thing 
 




 
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