#1534 - pure sky is all we drink these days

 

1534

5.73

13.iii.24

pure sky is all we drink these days

for ghost writing

 

we are the marvels of their aftertime

 

golden, the strings were then

 

all the world new

 

they called us duty

dreamt on

 

it is like a dream

how nobody knew

what would we make of light and night?

 

we have all their words and more

books, pictures and pianos

 

everything discarded ours

the same birds sing

 

winds bigger though

the heat, the flood are more

 

where it stops nobody knows

 

how can we but witness this?

 

and all to the same rough schedule

time buried us with them

 

it does

 

and as we live and breathe