#961 - when I was a ghost

 

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when I was a ghost

 

once, in between times

cannot name the tree but know

and you will too unless

 

how do we?

questions are what

join us to wonder

 

a question is a ghost of fact

and in a sunshone hammock

                   lay lost

when I was a ghost

 

jolly, followed all afloat

the tune of a tree that was

 

and I was just a guess at

chased to here

a kind of sheep waltz cloud come

 

how many ways is the heart divided?

take the future, take the past

so many lives now wrong

we know

and know that we’ll be so

 

paths lead away

to our moment

 

we go where words are gone

but questions remain

must be one myself

 

when I was a ghost, palimpsesting

(birthdays are so passé)

 

ask – how is it to be (?)

and not …

loosely to become the clothes

by their means adrift

 

were all paws

when ghost

climbing

as if this way up

 

to see

to listen

never touch

unmap

dark matter, some say

look away

makes up the most

still see though

so you know

it was never on account of eyes

nothing to the touch

 

now a place is my museum

feel the world is leaving me

when everyone’s still here

any way I go

 

the wallaby hour

time of smoke

 

I see beyond myself

will wisp

 

cruel sentiment

kind of a coax you’re not to

 

but birds uncanny with

and sometimes other side it

 

thing to another

were never superstitious, not in life 

 

but up they jumped

one two three

where the record’s stuck

for instance breeze you’ve been before

 

there think of me as energy

as pure delight

 

tunnel end yellow

or call it dawn

 

which of the many selves?

 

past breath

past shelter

great outdoors

the soul, if you’ll believe

stuffed in this gunny

 

otherwise

parchment set to burn

 

sing what I sing

it says who we are

hear me now

and always –

unrest by billabong