#1195 - l'anonyme

 

1195

10.iv.23

4.100

l’anonyme

once buried I wonder

 

for ghost writing

 

 

I am so little known

must forget altogether

 

I am so very far

in my fur fold

this forest still

 

and I little am

go softly so

 

you can hardly hear

 

body done of distance

hidden much midst

 

green blue yellow red

and ice

an eyesmind cast

 

time too

accumulated damage

 

never say forever

 

less than seen

we indoors forget

 

though not with any words we’ll know

most creatures still speak with the stars