#659 - first notes towards what matters when you’re dead

 

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first notes towards

what matters when you’re dead

for godsbother

 

your name

those numbers either side of the hyphen

the list of didn’t (the unbucketed, say)

your death day gone around

with ever so many more suns

having been caught on camera

 

imagine in flagrante delicto

 

the message bank builds up

auto-reply is a classic

say poignant

cellos and bronzewings here

 

what matters most

is now not mattering at all

and with whom to whom (?)

don’t ask

for sure

it won’t be truth of the matter

no further questions

the cross-examination fails

(and by the way you cannot be defamed

not in the legal sense)

 

ah but you don’t remember

it wasn’t you closed this down

(I mean in most cases)

 

what matters?

hearts a little longer held

the song you cast

the garden corners

a lively tree

all these beyonds

 

faster and faster, nested and now

we don’t see the left hand reigns

and all your life you could have

 

all these pages to which I’d go back

fixed in their now stillness

 

the clock lies gone

tells someone’s time

 

expansion of the canvas

allows you less than dot

 

and having been merely myself all this while

 

what would it mean to say free?

 

and the sun comes up

and the sun goes down

vain to say sad

 

so we lie hidden

just where we are

no scratch at the lid inside

as in life

no considering the ant, the worm

the punishment, the crime

 

you have been crossed off various lists

and the soul, so other century

with saviour, dry bones rising and such

like a joke for no one to get

 

the so much you won’t remember

in fact infinite as of now

 

it’s just like this from dream to daylight

it’s like this to dream again