Kit Kelen #565 - old lag

565

old lag

skating close along the edge here

one must always be looking for signs

looking into that mist

edge of the other world

as if in your own dark sky

an alphabet were written

and you had merely to spell out the key

am I here or halfway?

chained to the waking

the shuffle on to light

patience

so many countries flit

it's only faith keeps me

Job's

so I am transported

over again

I am salt sea biscuit

between times

all of that's under

or is the past up?

coin for the hand cupped

water pours through

there's undertow

there's rip

some bastard is keeping this head above water

and suddenly from summer come

come under

tired of the idea itself

fall through that ice

please just let me drown for a bit

you yourself

have to do it

but when you're not there

and then the colour comes

so you are further, further

still other-sided as well

have to insist on the hours that are here

you yourself are the arrow

just get with the river

and swim