#833 - where undone

 

16.iv.22

833

3.106

where undone

 

hidden up

made of map

in the taking

 

trap of tent light

fell to the story

before

 

so brightly must be

from thought as much

 

in the grab and smash

house its rough

feather flight

 

the underheart

all shadows to catch

 

along these lines of fray

rug risen

hessian

day wallpaper too

 

forest in the flight in stone

 

light in the ink

now made wings

 

the chain come burnt

a claw

more hands than have to hold

 

as if head were flesh

rust and all the colours

 

these lines that join up everything

they’re what you won’t see

 

each day please follow me here

blurt

all things air must hold

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

today in the MCA

 

told me

no pens no pencils

apologetic

have to say

 

of course

considered

detonating

 

I put away

my claws

my fists

I lost

my flow

of course