#916 - not bad

 

10.vii.22

916

3.190

not bad

 

what we built in the dream

(deeds forgotten there)

 

it was an end of the road

           between forests

and here amid the weather

 

everyone lived in the wall

while it lasted

 

dim awry

so much supposed

 

as far from city as we have fled

 

come kilter for me thus

spread tongue where silence sits

 

and throw some sun in now

 

happens again and again

we forget

 

just where it’s coming to light