#1375 - notes towards a song

 

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notes towards a song

‘on no other world’

 

on no other world

such treetops

and the cave of mind

 

this cast of light

all of us breathing

and the words to follow

 

grime alley

or the magic spell

 

on no other world are wings

nor gather pollen

 

the wombat’s way down

up to old tricks

the touch of breeze through fur

 

a forecast

a revision

 

on no other world

are likenesses found

 

does prayer rise to cloud, stick there

 

no other world salutes its sun

no one else can rhyme

 

who counts the days, the years but here?

 

where else does a question arise?

 

beyond and lost

where, otherworldly, is the news received?

 

it could be yesterday

it could be tomorrow

 

there’s nowhere else they give directions

or measure the speed of a clock

 

who else would fall into error

mistake their day for something else?

 

no other world would, knowing, wreck itself

invent the gods to blame

 

each other being, as we say, mere thing

correct me, if you will

but there’s no other world where I could be wrong

 

where else is paint or clay to forge

all alloy effigy

pencil, ink

no landscape else

 

who’ll hear a forest rise or fall?

 

selflessness and the rest of the crew

passions occasional, indiscretions

 

change fallen down the back of the couch

 

there’s no other world like ours for pretending

where else will we find fools?

 

manifest the many wonders

in the far off beyond

 

the same dimensions

and what we’ll call laws

 

we have seen very far in every direction

but no grief attends

neither joy where no hearts

 

there is no dog’s breath

the passcodes are missing

 

nowhere else is memory committed

nor deeds most foul

 

if you were there, you’d know

but as it is …

 

does anyone sleep out there?

to dream up the others?

 

where else is war, is love, declared?

 

neither splash nor

 

on no other world have the trumpets been sounded

 

where else do they worry about other worlds

or even conceive of them as we must do?

 

is anyone elsewhere dizzy with bliss?

 

you may wish to ascertain such yourself

but it is my belief

there’s no other world where for singing

 

and we sing

on no other world but this

 

and where, tell me, would it matter else?

 

we all so far alone

 

will you fight for this, my friends?