#1040 - in my shell

 

11.xi.22

1040

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in my shell

 

ceiling, walls re-primed

scribbling

bent dizzy

 

so little air!

the burial of treasure bones

never know how it will be

 

but look up into the crown

some daylight mixed with memory

music for an emanation

 

some would say the soul

we’re building for eternity

won’t get off the ground

 

in my shell

a dust and polish

ear to the wave that was

 

a pyramid sharpening

some say shed

all self

 

and never catch up in there

only the heartlight cast

will I shine?

 

the howl without

the whimper in

never run out of reading

 

look up!

will put on leaf, twig, bud

never make the sky

 

in my shell

knock three times, go

so secret happy here