#2303 -- this one place

 

2303

7.110

21.iv.26

this one place

 

we all live

call it chamber, casket, mansion

trust!

 

walls years thick inscribed

 

mean it

 

gravy stains, beast yet to roar

instance inkling now

 

every voice that was

echoing air

 

say ever

such is the traffic of self

 

the fancy

 

the languages that I have been

since when I was a tree

you too

 

time having been once

fixed to the wall

 

now travels

a grief to guess

 

and trusting

must needs

 

mean

say

ever

and there’s your day

 

what’s in the box

but where we are?

 

place naked

such shadows creep

 

lead dreaming off

call corridors, call alleys

 

grime gleam

by hunch

 

things lost and we revive them

 

the light comes on after all

must trust

 

we’re woken to the signs

 

words telling over words before

words and the image spent

 

under the only roof

 

astray

and all at home

only heaven there is

 

trusting

must needs

 

here to be found

 

what’s written that night

won’t be read