Friday 5 February 2021

#407 - a map of the village of day

 





6.ii.21

407

2.37

a map of the village of day

 

where in pocket of sky

world flowering

sun for lampthrow

 

list picture

make yourself one

come creases to follow

a finger

 

read like a census

names of the hours

they were planets too

 

strapped for bliss

map’s one kind of truth

as in possession

 

turn over the page for a mirror

fall through

up the volume

 

come mists to make

come leaf falls

(each a map of its heaven)

 

listen to the roof as seen

and sketch from memory

chart of the clouds and of now lost breezes

testaments of the lit

 

take star rise

dance, bees do

 

make maps of the year to be

orchestra plan … day tuning

crooked from lost intentions

      bung stops, broken strings

 

a balancing map

and a rounded up sum

 

show borders, tracks, the creek gone

and who flew though?

guess where it goes

 

in a map of the day out of seasons to come

old donkey, leather strap and up

burdens forgetting

a sleepwalk

more forced march

 

here find the words where we were thrown

inkfalls and scratch

 

tremble up tremble up

 

practise our instruments here



1 comment:

  1. over the page
    a mirror
    to fall through
    onto an orchestral map
    a safe place
    for crooked days
    practising moments
    to fall rough
    critical moments
    over borders
    the village map
    rising
    like a flowering world
    suddenly awake

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