#1286 - in this moment

 

1286

10.vii.23

4.192

in this moment

 

the day on my face

and all days before

 

a world of dust

 

shone

or some say etched

 

slept past

 

the overbrim

 

the worry that we might run out

 

paw falls after paw

 

bodies go

nothing is lost

 

have to conclude that we pass

from time and self

from knowing

 

I, the vine, come true to climb

 

there is no return

but motion towards

 

it’s as if I were writing this just now

 

as if you’d come round in dream