#1116 - still building the falling down house

 

21.i.23

1116

4.21

still building the falling down house

 

could be anywhere

we are too

 

sky for an eye

 

here’s weather

in the upside down head

 

we’re at tooth and nail

still putting up

 

the universe says nothing

you have to listen hard for  

 

unending

unbeginning

 

whatever they say I believe

 

nor will it be disturbed

 

by hammer, claw or arid

 

wears inside out pyjamas

 

a low pitched black hole groan

 

why benign?

and who’ll talk sense?

 

we’re here in the forever more

as limitless as soul it is

 

short straw

arrow fallen

 

no one’s heart as ever far

 

as secret, deep or dark