#1164 - feel gone

 

1164

10.iii.23

4.69

feel gone

for ghost writing

 

dark in the deep of doubt

come creature

and that must be a mountain

 

come to a true place

we’re rolling away

the brakes are bung

 

feel gone

and worry a world along

it’s cloud and come

 

under the radar

 

just being sometimes is

 

I dreamt they were treading on my work

 

these your own woods

woods of the book

 

it’s half of half way, not yet

 

thing mars and won’t know what

 

a dazzle did me

 

know what where and gone

you can feel it

 

here’s where hammer and tongs

we’ll fashion bright brass of a sun

 

sleep needs me

 

sometimes this light will know