#1357 - box of old keys

 

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box of old keys

 

and each is a time and a place

 

they are from long since

they are to come

 

have you ever seen a vanish?

 

someone is midfield

at half tree or else

and all the day turns round

 

they do

are known to go

 

doors will find you as if woken from

 

heroes step through

 

you have to dream there

that’s the way

 

putrid whiff of another age

(cast off the old shackles of rhyme)

 

sometimes a shoe is left

they are saints

 

it’s walk into my century

 

often unrequitable

 

I took back the first flag

 

some come to a duty or battle perhaps

at first it’s only tunes come through

 

the first thing remembered is snow

 

everything of the past

must have been learnt of such travellers

 

I, we, must always go further

 

have you seen the invisible threads?

how we’re held?

 

and all eyes up away to view

 

smoke full of valley was today

 

old clouds out to pasture

 

the body keeps telling and telling

 

a vanish till

 

just how blue

this ball of ours

 

just how high the day