#767 - high hoping

 

8.ii.22

767

3.39

high hoping

in the much of all

a  hic et nunc

 

and breathless to be

odds against eternity

and all the space there is

 

light shines through the head heart

a world occurring to me

no elsewhere need but

 

overlording else creation

come word by word

repeat after me

 

in music always

something of when

under housepaint

 

lies the stone

I myself of skyfall

perhaps elsing

 

o wondrous world

just where I am

and kick it around

 

in my half a mind to

the vicious inch of soul

and purpose?

 

fall into a mirror then

look upon self as marvel

then every other is

 

lucky to be and mean

I self-absolute

I live for the anonymous song

 

ghost-hence in the far