#1869 - the once and for all

 

1869

6.42

11.ii.25

the once and for all

for the dream book

 

everyone’s dream is a dungeon

sharp stairs

dark all around

 

paint as fresh as peeling

a cast about for cause

 

all the ways are with us

and the blank we are here to inscribe

 

under wraps, well rubbed away

 

all of the dark will be daylit

gather the sky in a bowl

 

there is the dust

underdust as well

the elsewhere horror of days to tell

 

the need to build what falls away

the burning need to last

 

so we’re sent

so we’re along with

 

a bucket of nonsense

the drip and the touch

 

everyone does their own dark

we tear at too

 

often there’s just where we’ve been

 

good morning birds and others

what are the odds we are?

 

late scratchings

 

it’s cruel to be alive