#561 - I decided to live in a book

 

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I decided

 

I decided that

– for the time being at least –

the safest place to live was a book

 

one might say ‘in a word’ but which?

when all avail

 

got in with this little golden key

like sunshine in a storm

 

it’s as a labyrinth of friendings –

marks loose

and a sky composed –

hung commas to tell

who’s upside down

 

where else would you be?

 

of course many questions are left

when one cloisters

 

what kind of book (?) for instance

 

between the acres begot and begat

the one with crocodiles and breathtaking,

waterspouts, friands, a light repast

 

chasings! till tickle!

 

mainly it must be the adventure

the place is lit with insects

make up our own breezes

 

in the book

we worship a cloud till it’s gone

 

that’s me in the margin

take note!

(call this a commentary)

 

I wear a mask to come and go

no one detects a mood under that

but

wash till my hands are gone

 

the music is always playing in there

in the book

of the colours

there are no hours

 

everything written is the world