#1840 - the dark inside

 

1840

6.13

13.i.25

the dark inside

 

all self they say

 

then who is seeing out?

 

the world as far

as wide as we

 

where time’s the broken wheel

 

it’s everyone in flight

 

words return

 

blood drawn like a sword

 

we wake to words

we conjure light

for a song

first thing

 

they say all sorts

 

it’s all the grim unseemly am

 

toes tip up

 

it’s all our sideways dreamsight

 

the dark we do

the stain

 

I was there so often much

ache of my own

just say

 

dark woods

and half way home