#670 - for the record (for sleep to dream again)

 

2.xi.21

670

2.305

for the record

for sleep to dream again

 

this once upon

what we knew there

that this is the land of the lost

 

there were choices

we said yes to all

 

translations from an unknown source

read more closely than you are

 

at the end of the dream

or much later waking

when they ask you

would you like a receipt (?)

 

it’s all tomb signs

skies rewritten

you speak as if you lived

 

read on the wall the name that you lost

one among the lists of proscription

 

go back to that cinema dark

 

no time there

it’s a present

 

flimsy

no sense of much

 

you travel with a tide though

road rumble for the mill

 

the forest that grows so

was the garden I had in mind

 

back through the words

to find where we were

 

only in the when I am

most natural thing on track

limbless, lusted up

long pockets of the day fell in

 

the world is a wicked way from here

all vanishing as roll along

as step by

great work lies ahead

 

and the morning’s first birds

like a ritual telling

then bear us away from belief

 

is it from such bits and pieces

first light will make a self?