#1582 - in poet's land

 

1582

5.121

30.iv.24

in poet’s land

in sleep we trust

 

draft for wise surprise

 

 

long noble

signs telltale

 

our neglect

a special code

exacting

 

feel it all

whole of a thing I mean

 

the sunshine come and go

 

we are inventing for all the world

weak flesh to every thought

 

and its far beyond

just for these rules we intuit

all so sharing this belief

 

there is motive, opportunity

 

shall I call it understanding?

 

words make our way

 

as with the whipbird

as with the cockatoo

 

long languish of the selves to mourn

stronger than we were

 

they are at the walls

we must not give a fuck

 

sky’s our spread

but we won’t admit

the world

 

it has no defence