#1158 - all of us waking the light

 

1158

4.iii.23

4.63

all of us waking the light

for ghost writing

 

nor end to it

the arrow falling

no page fills

 

the whole pale house

of the tree sung so

 

how once a self

tight in skin

places you read

and cannot

 

so sleep further

sleep on

towards the day

 

beyond the dream sleep

 

life is the mould on the rind –

a complete philosophy

it’s that without which no ghost is

 

they dreamt to leave themselves behind

come to the next year land

 

sleep still

and so

 

when will the curse of life return?

it’s every ghost must ask