Kit Kelen #602 - shopping in the boxes

602

shopping in the boxes

lost among the all-I-have

so many languages to forget

like a drawer of socks goes on forever

so much light lost to looking

and a map's like that

all further than the eye

that's the whole point

planets there revolve

round stars we can no longer name

the ornaments are gathered dust

and everywhere we've been

must still smell of us

down to delve

indulgences of this church remain

like so much paper scratched

you'd never know though

the furniture of where I sat

the bed of where I lay

love, too lies curled in its precious corner

must be found out

there isn't where you catch up with yourself

but where else could you go?

mainly you'd call it clothing

it's for a statue gathers snows

and mud, cracked sun

for every weather

all at the night at the foot of those stairs

some old magic settled

like dust beam moted ages past

dark blizzard nights

and crash through atmospheres to home

and to hold

the precious long lost

roll into a little ball

come cockroach to its corner

same old bone as dug from scratch

buried all alone

and among the all-that's-lost

one wonders to be here

one wonders to be at all