#1362 - what can be done with words?

 

  

1362

24.ix.23

4.268

what can be done with words?

 

how fondly

and they fool us

 

so forsake

till trumpet too

 

system of smoke for fiddle

so drift to drag the mind’s sky

 

they carry the old sunshine from far

happy, grim and mine – these

 

old decayed things, rancid of breath

shining of day such

 

I court them

wood lengthening of schnoz

and even nether

 

the encompass

shall I say ‘thereof’?

 

come come

and tell me true

 

a trial by these

edging silence

 

wings to sway on the branch

 

fresh furrowed

forth bursting

 

by means of which

all stand under

 

athletic in aggression

a languor in the afternoon

 

likewise calling off the war  

 

spoken from well depths

from the fire

 

and must be their catastrophe

till guilty in this pleasure

where

we’re caught at them again