#2094 - I am so much as to be invisible

 

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I am so much as to be invisible

 

no mean feat

so at it

 

ubiquity, mere thought

all fear of abstraction gone

 

are these not signs of the unseen?

 

the rattle and the telltale tap

solipsist, omniscient

or say know my own mind

 

there are pictures of everything so you won’t see

 

I diagnose myself

self medicate of course

 

pile of truth so high must be fake

 

you find me at home growing it

to season with weather, with time

 

a bird’s flit shadow and silence

song of the flowers to shine

 

always an ache or an itch somewhere

one voice – so many anthems

 

I am writing a history of the smashing of clocks

 

much of it mossed

some to burn

 

my ruins make a circle

 

a pile of day

and all tricked out

 

we let a forest grow

in its own wings too

coax light

 

see further when the sun lacks

the bigger pile of stars and

 

so many words to get beyond

chuck them once we’re there

 

world without end, I am

dive back

 

from an age of stone, plug in

 

beat the old path to beginning again

 

go as far as to be gone