Sunday, May 7, 2017

Kit Kelen #493 - see in this far

see in this far

past shapes you know
ideas abstract
of oldest tunes

it's how you've come

everything colourless
calls to our winter

things look different
in their depth

chime, chant
all charmed
as in a mist melt

follow the words wherever they go
there could be thrown scraps

ants climb
and who should fly in?
[but everything here is rhetorical]

see how we were dreamt to be
a little forest of writing here

call Christmas
and the lights come on
and all the colour
with every sense still reaching

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