#1699 - pure, as from the sky

 

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26.viii.24

pure, as from the sky

for godsbother

 

when the first conman met the first sucker

                       – Mark Twain

 

who blue?

but no one

 

who first shone the sun?

no one at all

 

where do we go

but nowhere

 

nature is the busy book

and why?

who knows?

 

who timbers up the hills

lightning strikes us down

 

there’s the beauty, the majesty

the mystery of all

 

we fuck

 

who feels a death?

not anyone

 

there are the bones of hold-me-up

the flesh of how we fly

 

the pumpkins

even they

who knows?

 

it’s No One hurled the boulders after

let’s just be one-eyed

 

there’s all of this pretending

 

they’d like to make some money

they’d like to make a war

 

no one rolled the waves our way

 

it’s a guess to go on

 

make a world of the map

home here

 

I lie flat

look up

find out

 

who blue the sky?

not me, not you

not anyone at all