#1296 - headlong

 

1296

20.vii.23

4.202

headlong

Zeit Glimmer’s ‘song in the moment’

 

all to the blank of will be

into the great ache

brinking round

 

what a crowd

all of the am and all of the are

marching on like a line of type

 

see the clouds creep by

chords of colour

time of our light still

 

a kind of abduction

the future is

a shuffle and a prance

 

it’s just a whisker away, they say

uprise, downswell

juggernaut, behemoth

 

and some fond fools

say they’re going back

but that’s not how it is

 

it’s every beat of each heart

all clocks to spur on where

who will ever know

 

there are hunches, yes

and patience to this purpose

they say everyone’s going there

 

not me, not me

I’m staying put

no grey hair for this head