#1395 - no time passes

 

1395

27.x.23

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no time passes

 

this must be the way to the afterlife

 

preserve and destroy –

we are many and must

 

there is an obsession with numbering

 

the very properness –

like a table of fares to forever

 

a yearning against the Earth

because it is random

 

I see a whole hillside spirited off

 

so much maple and autumn now

how will the mountain retain?

 

these are phantom trees

and phantom cars

waterfalls, whole ghost valleys

 

the leaves not quite turning yet

 

spirits play tricks too

they will undo your laces

 

shy

and tie a ribbon

for this stone phallus

so many years worn down