17.xi.22
1046
3.320
in night
was once beginning
for the dream
catalogue / ghost writing
bells ring out
but just in this head
a trudge on and beyond
in night was just beginning
I was lost to a street
it had no doors or windows
but we were there to knock
go on
no music but grey
no device
the map lost to the moment
a seeping dark
taken in
even if there had been an address
glasses inadequate
still upright, go on
absolute vanish
just to be here
a knock expected
one imagines
taxi comes and goes
darker and darker
to the hunger we went
a future far behind
we didn’t have a name
there can’t be a key
if there isn’t a lock
I don’t think anyone there had a name
nor would you be seen as such
had to keep moving though
the street would not abate
something about the fish from the head
often dream the worst
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