#1417 - the lovely grey of this

 

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18.xi.23

the lovely grey of this

 

give all

not to know

 

so many worlds

 

lose time in the picture

listen in

 

a lovely bliss of mud with rain

 

take sky

to be in a cloud of bright

 

beam on

 

behind me

trail to do

 

everywhere ahead

must

 

so many worlds at once

so many I’ve outlived

 

remembrance after before

so the window closing

 

the words again

something stuck

 

time in every one of us

like the dying clock

 

little nemesis

no more

 

what’s left on the brush to suffice me

 

a little grey

there again

and another

 

somewhat bung but

pleasant in experiment

 

spin, measure, cut

the schedule tightens

 

truth was a thing beaten in

 

it’s the fire come to

 

instruct a self

 

these few signs left

to show

and some just peter out

 

you’ll know where I’ve gone

 

the someone to put the toys away

 

it was never me