#1204 - once woke knowing where I'd been

 

1204

19.iv.23

4.109

once woke knowing where I’d been

probably part of another poem

 

imagine a book doesn’t end

 

why should it?

 

feel so drifting

until, yet

 

when did we find all there is

a book unrolled all directions

cast to a light behind

 

that’s our age

and good as gone

 

for argument’s sake

picture a margin

illusion of know where we are now

 

as in a ping pong nutshell

 

the smell of old knowledge

I remember that first

halls and gargoyle stone

damp must

carved desks

it would always be autumn

 

a whiff of where

though anciently my habits

 

where we have been

though not before

 

have had to collect myself along the way

 

by inkling if ever

 

a library

even the wind

burnt down

 

a track such

breath by breath

after word

 

this moment

never was