#680 - the double echo

 

12.xi.21

680

2.316

the double echo

 

pay no attention

to the struggle for breath

here in my corner the paint never dries

 

I’m living the life they might have

so see the future for

 

of course it is house paint

the common sun

whiff of where we are

 

it’s all you can read in a book to be

things wrong with

 

regularly upside down

and sometimes make a verb a noun

 

I am a little secret self

dizzy hidden heart

at bidding

 

my own voice

every other here

 

I was the elephant wave

none yet suspected

time’s whale as well

 

hear the loud and clear

 

odd to have come so far from creation

nobody’s ancestor either

 

just these are my prophecies