#402 - lost

 

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402

2.32

people get lost

 

in their secrets

in thought

call contemplation

at sea, in a sandpit, or eyes up

 

tell themselves all sorts just to believe

people lose themselves truth much as lies

so much for the sake of better than not

 

it’s every animal anyone is

we tree and leaf it just to be

 

inclement or listening to the news

are often lost counting           

and number selves lucky

 

some wake lost

and wonder which

lose their way to breakfast

or postprandial

then alone among pages

 

some hopscotch lost

good intentions paving

 

or in a vanish

just the way of things

(prayer lost in some certain knowledge)

 

in the mind of all, tug this

poke here

do loop the loop

walk till the dog is lost

 

forever after in the day

and tremble

 

gone in a mirror where one’s often soft

hard on selves and far away

 

gone glimmer

lost in for the words

awed up

 

many as much in a cloud of themselves

 

lost in the one breath

love to and strike up a rhythm  

 

in the garden lost to bush

 

it’s count to a hundred

open your eyes

I always liked sardine

 

leave filthy pawprints so we’ll find them

 

in ruins

wonder what

burnt things broken once were

 

a privilege to be lost in own time and tune

 

fingerposts fall

we’re lost in this page

and where to go?

 

or is this all a sky pretending?

 

lost can be faked too

when they way is known

but only so far … then we go on

 

everyone’s at a loss in the end

 

‘get lost’ one’s sometimes told

and one makes an effort to remember then

the nicest thing could be said

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

poor little fellah, beak still straight

never got the window idea

couldn’t quite break on through