#362 - this world a readying for rapture

 

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362

this world a readying for rapture

 

everything is preparation

for the moment

 

we’re in it

and cannot have been

 

come from the world of just before

that’s forever gone

 

we were water now

bucket from well to begin

 

a topple over into it

 

all sing to each

presently, presently

 

time piles and often breathless, see

 

comes mid script

such the gift

 

in the poem

another smaller, not less

 

sometimes a bird

flies into the view

but otherworldly gone

flies towards itself, another

to me to perch

as if no glass were there

 

I throw a question to the moment

 

shape likeness from the blur and gone

 

it knows a future so

though languish in the dreamt

 

deeps of a path

the dinosauring

pace of light

 

birds bring to the moment

 

it is after storm

blue on the instant

 

no one knows how we’re there

but it reminds me

 

someone

 

how come contraption then?

 

no gods to be with you when

we write from here

 

I think it’s beginning again

or about to begin

 

lines followed till now

lead somewhere

you’ll see

 

so the story returns to the start

always midst

this is a rule

I didn’t make it up  

but follow a path

on

or, for instance, behind

 

hearts close

in the big picture of time

 

no one ever lived here long

you’d have to guess to know