#2377 -- abrupt with light

 

2377

7.184

4.vii.26

abrupt with light

 

here we are at that hour again

come for none

 

lost to another world

 

here’s the stain of it

 

come round as if to mock our sky

as a flag to tatters would

 

skinbrink

tender with the touch

still warm from under

 

blur to bright

 

frame with a window

the trouble of a tree gone up

 

real things like a sun for

 

feathers spread

wings heard not seen

 

then a whiff of self to show

 

clocks to chase down, away

 

it’s three times we’ll deny them

crow

 

present, unaccounted

snuck from

 

there were no hours before

no there but here

 

there was no now