#2221 -- today we are repainting the sky

 

2221

7.29

29.i.26

today we are repainting the sky

 

a kind of luck to flourish

 

chasing out fresh stars

falling bodies

 

prayers fixed fast

rotting weather

 

we slap and dash

 

stray thought

or the tumble till

 

gills of it

and undersung

 

it had this beardwhiff erstwhile

anvil queue

 

the throne outdoors above

 

what colour?

and is there a reason?

 

brush it on

a prime

another coat

 

a blue bolt

sudden flock of kite

 

thing guessed

or wake up

what you will

 

imagine the hands held up

kept off

 

a scaffold and repair

 

and all of that’s just for today

 

the trick is everlasting