#935 - palimpsink

 

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palimpsink

(God’s great garbage island)

for the adventure of the flying islands

on the Good Ship Collage-aphon

 

what’s in a sky?

 

came upon a thicket of unanswered prayers

all of the wishes were there

every hope ever hoped

 

sometimes we’d catch a few words

snatch of tune

half poem

half… what can you say?

 

here and there flying vipers

all these things wished out of mind

 

house come up in the tornado

or someone blew their top

 

bend an ear!

clouds of brain float by

 

sky’s a kind of conch

where every voice ever is caught

 

these things wished out of mind

 

yes and the soul is a physical thing

 

imagine that you see all of the layers

 

you can leaf through the music too

because sky itself is a kind of tree

 

it’s all wallpaper, this heaven

must make a strong trail through

 

there’s always more writing under

there are always more words there