11.i.22
740
3.11
remember when everyone was alive
and things mattered
never knew a world so solid
since spun
that was a time of life
and brought each other home to show
never knew how hum towards
or dizzy we’d become
when everyone lived
teeth smooth to tongue
words few it seems from now
the view? never even thought
the forest would be fire
and sea rise
when everyone was alive
fountains of delight to dance
we were up to cloud (mush mist)
world creatured with whomever we know
and now so far say sadly gone
all just learning tricks
we were
and how to keep afloat
mote, moments of
intensity
found how a sunbeam
showed
in sticky weather also
we were the open book
(curl pages)
still coming into
language
are still
would go all night then
we rose from the soil
and zombie Sunday went
again
hair of a helluva dog
time stood patiently
outside
time wouldn’t pound on
the door
yes all this while alarms
were ringing
now so few asking what’s
to be done
and here we are
read these lines long after me
how we never signed up for a life
when everyone was alive
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