#1108 - we having been blown away

 

13.i.23

1108

4.13

we

having been blown away

 

for ghost writing

 

of the moment just

a sunniest place

of far cooling falls

of the beyonding

 

whole world in pyjamas

more than naked now

 

testing at wordslength

 

hope and fade this glory

‘I’

 

with those gone of ours

now found to belong

 

turn off the spires

far fetching prayers

 

still a fantasy remains –

survival

a beyond-the-self

 

road run on

 

now worlding

earth and air among

 

one world

over under another

 

lean just a little colour

 

past every ache

(make mine miasma)

 

bouyed bobbing

in the wake of things

of all

 

poignant passage

to be retired from all affairs

and to the moment so

 

same question mark floating

 

trees all silent to us still

 

still reaching both ways at once

 

and know when to lie down

day night done

 

in such branches

song gone on

 

dream lost ever

never to wake more

 

but ask –

are we shining still