#1508 - at the mercy

 

1508

5.47

16.ii.24

at the mercy

for the dreambook

paradoxes

 

‘crippled’ they once would say

‘locked in’ later

 

as if a way the mountain took

cloud came

 

cruel

 

night turns too

and so surrender

 

am I an event?

 

as if a way into the mountain

 

sometimes hover too

 

in arms of the other

touch

 

each word a whim

 

everyone knows this

 

who’ll tell us home?

and who will catch?

 

all circumstances are suspicious

 

grass grown up around

I call it that

 

clock escape velocity

 

and in the mind

where else?

 

someone is calling

no need of words

 

blind but I see in