#2505 -- notes from nowhere to no one at all

 

2505

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11.xi.26

notes from nowhere to no one at all

meditation on the means, the making

for wise surprise

 

I pull one out of the thinnest air

I tug it loose of weft – a juggle

breezily

 

it’s just this mischief I only make

make parapet, pop

I vanish in it

 

down the hutch

chew a thousand times first

lost track in order to

 

open, let in

let the idea out

nopw only this image remains

 

must make my own beyond by touch

dead burdens we call time

one must always wonder

 

what has been meant

it’s as if we had always lived here

so always will

 

this is the grief of my gift