#1861 - you go back

 

1861

6.34

3.ii.25

you go back

to the dreamwork

 

and in the green bright

waking till

 

a song for it

for mercy

 

they tell it

 

strung up on light

a kind of falling

 

count till you are gone

 

to the crime of a scene

 

kept to a purpose

best not disclosed

 

where in the head is the body?

whose hands?

what do we run on?

 

fly, we glide

we are a wheel

 

go back to find the missing parts

to self unseen

 

 

despite all

the animal

with its reason to be hidden

goes back

 

duck down

hide in a shed

from the wicked

 

where one word is another

to every world its rim

and run of stars

 

drapes drawn

for a lid down dusk

 

anyone can do

go back for the tools

 

they’re useless

 

high above the river

and it’s the Danube

piles of mats

you just drive through

a little bumpy but

 

you go back

but you’re gone

 

people of the dream are history

not a heartbeat between but mine