22.viii.21
598
2.233
all these preparation for departure
wills and
heaven heights
much
staving potion, spells and pills
my own
pyramid and pyre
fondest
fancies
better
never than later
borne of
fear
where
there’s nothing to know
and still
the sadness of survivors
all
memories grow old
we
euphemize
ridiculous
wishes
lists of
what you can’t take
when
there’s nowhere to go
all these
preparations for departure
hopes
against here we are
clock ticks
image of a
scythe
fictions
such as soul or gods
angels,
devils
in
attendance urge
dark, light
one hand
follows another
over the
keys
all these
preparations
so much of
it unintelligible
in any
other place or age
or given a
second thought
preparations
for
for where, for
when
we’ll never
be
people talk
about freedom
say no one
will know
quite where
we’ve choofed
treat it
like sleep, like a dream
it’s not
true
the
framing’s wrong
we won’t
meet again
guys, this
is it
there’s no
out of time for compost
it’s just
this once
just this
one world
there is
only one way
out of
nature or in
and that is
simply to sing
so sing!
we only
throw smoke
at the sky
we only
bury remains
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