#1103 - two pieces for ghost writing - theses & someone asked me for a map

 

8.i.23

1103

4.8

(ghost) theses

for ghost writing

 

a field of cloud

and I am one

 

each of us throws some light

 

even especially words point

                 and we fence them

 

ache where leant too long

as in one leaf twirl

 

doors, windows went

 

a nailing up in the sky

can’t be helped

 

one after another then

all the direction known

 

eye must follow I mean

 

no need to explain

 

one work leads to a next

it’s every step is the way

 

eventually you just stay at home

 

I love to lie out of prediction

no one will find me there

 

 

 

 

 

someone asked me for a map

 

and here we are

 

ahead of selves

it slips the mind

 

go on lost

and out for a stretch

until gone

 

a day like this

in out of the work

 

am I under the dust?

do I blow about?

 

a burst of laughter here