#1574 - no one can read this book

 

1574

5.113

22.iv.24

no one can read this book

 

but we’ll need

 

a car that’s longer than the road

(no one can reach the pedals

you can’t touch the controls)

 

head in the image

cloud of spent sky

all tribe in the chatter

 

we are past our destination

we are never there

 

you can’t picture

 

tune past sung

it rolls

 

dance off these feet

 

and things forget me

 

hour beyond where slept

 

day stretched past life

 

heavens rounder than the bubble breath

machine more than comes in comes out

 

hole in the world call appetite

we are all we can be