Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Kerri Shying R - # 149 Granted


what do I have to do
make lists   bam pow

for the first time
manage funds   not attached to
my whims     my judgement     made
before the thoughts    arose

making poems   from threads the quik unpik
strews inside the circle of
my ground

time inside me
shatters   spraddling the
future   task    the compilation breeding
reinforcing   hastiness
slack  sorrow  fear

grant me what
grant me what imagination
drew    the answer   pile of
questions   sticks  and bones

crunchy    tripping feet
up   here  now the
thing is   

nearside to listening
 writing   fugitive from lists
gathers close   enough    

   try to see the date
that hulking shade
    might eclipse your sun

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