#1325 - everything of the night unfinished

 

1325

18.viii.23

4.231

everything of the night unfinished

for the dream book

 

fine towers, truths hard to tell

the recipe in whispers

some procreant urge

tender talk

lost touch

 

a forest falling – where?  what?

 

and some in love with sleep

were we finding a way?

 

look, no hands

and all this clock inside the while

 

the many wakings thought

 

often there’s only the one line to follow

it’s like we were reading a map long gone

 

following a last instruction

prints as they wash from the shore

 

you won’t remember

 

there was everything needed

paws too

 

one is weak against such forces

I am nobody in there

 

not even the dark is ever done

not even the light will come

 

it is to surpass all grief we live

to fill a day with words