Kit Kelen #243 - temple of lost lines

243

temple of lost lines

revised and adapted from Möbius (1998)

to join in the fun

of nights are come

elsewhere by nowhere

skirting by Nod

at last to the sunstruck

ruins still stand

and in their lamps

come labour

reaches of the deep

empyrean re-risen

falling out of the wind to tame

bluffing empty armed they come

the lost, those whom we seek

we unannoint ourselves

take stillness in the rush of paths

vagrant coaxings full of flesh

and come to worship

here are the sherds

of knowing disordered

pillars extant

somewhere within

these moments our apostasy

in a fictional landscape

all telling is truth

we are reconstructed pagans

it's we who climb out of the self to say

if ever there was ink in those veins

grammar breaks over

the given sea

does the salt snouting

shines in our weed

and over thick with trowel

sky set

between of barricades, footnotes

for vagueness of plying

the terror of vagueness

leads away

in not quite a knot

- impossible figure

solid and infinite

out of and in

other and me

o truth you do the hollow ring

herding out of instincts

characters fed on thin air

need attention

sleep to dream

and wake to play

that's my wearying

chase of tale

my temple

lines

and loss