#1657 - dreamt and it was

 

1657

5.196

15.vii.24

dreamt and it was

 

such a place

 

a death I did

 

come as a stranger

 

in the house of breezes

the table and the net, the ball

 

come as a stranger but knew

 

corridors, noren

 

the scarcity of self

as if my own forgetting

 

I was fixing to some words

 

anyone’s

 

a bathhouse mosaic

as from other ages

 

I wasn’t there for what you think

 

to kill a sleepy fly

 

I didn’t ask a question

 

one had the privilege to see

a close unfolding from the shell

 

sat up when sun shone through

 

it’s not for me to say

 

we were above it all

 

would wake to the bright

to fresh air