#1528 - that panic

 

1528

5.67

7.iii.24

that panic

 

we have to be ourselves

 

go off where we will

 

this must and that should

 

aim high

lay low

 

‘have to’, note

we, the chosen

after some fashion

 

given even our names

some milksop succour

 

still unravel

 

that panic

we have to be

 

think thinking’s how?

 

step out on veranda

pick up a breeze

 

jealously alone once where

 

pleasuring, depriving

 

out and up for it

 

a carnival of traps

 

this midst and our own making

 

strung up clockwise

godwinged too

 

aware again

receiving say

 

filthy with the day

gone under

 

leaning into the page for some bounce

 

they’ll say ‘in the end’

‘at rest at last’

 

but they wouldn’t know

 

the march fly’s song

and the mosquito’s

 

everything’s out

we’re a garden

we grow

 

and the grass comes over our heads

a fresh sky