#2319 -- out of the box

 

2319

7.126

7.v.26

out of the box

 

there was a shadow cast

I started thinking

 

took up with a little woods

we were on the way

 

by then we were

 

a creek ran

 

what griefs propelled

a jogtrot horsie

fences fell by our weight

 

the sun stood

 

steep sides of a cliff

and go on

 

they tip you out

 

blame the light

blind back

 

a box of sea

and fiery pit

 

bulb hung over every head

 

noose under all around

 

and rise – barley green

so sheath

so shine

 

a shadow’s cast

 

we were floating there

saw all

 

choice comes as the dice are flying

choice comes by way a coin in the air

 

then you know it will never come down

 

say ‘Jack’ – there’s no surprise

 

it’s always the day after Christmas

these are the ears to unbox

 

you learn to breathe clean sky

 

it was just for a rest

and a roof overhead

I threw up these few walls