#1525 - blink and you're gone

 

1525

5.64

4.iii.24

blink and you’re gone

for the dream book

 

having often been out of a body

 

midstrum

crown of woods

a sway so

earshot

 

the pond its lily bright

 

behind a door where monsters

 

up and down ladder

 

there is no predicting

 

in bed with whom

and once upon

here at last

 

knife tip, rope, poison

 

off to the office

 

one tree thinking another

 

in the room of all our works

a carpet rolled away

 

a glory never knowing

 

the war recommenced

trench, shell

fix bayonets

 

a cart of stars and rubble

 

I was on a golden throne

or so it seemed at first

 

another city over

this one we know

 

what luck to find oneself in flight

 

world consisting as it will

 

far in a foreign calendar

 

the famine made of hate

each death forgetting

 

nothing of us wasted

wooden to the last

 

keep eyes fixed, wide, steady

 

waking as never before

 

none of this but waking

nowhere but where we are