Kit Kelen #642 - at the tome of the unknown author

642

at the tome of the unknown author

pitched fever

I go from here

mad as cut snakes

everything complex lies under

everything simple is sky

books vanish in a library

ideas disappear in books

I too hope for that vanishing

reader will you find me there?

all of us have hopes

too many roos in top paddock

you'll run around in socks there

catch yourself in webs

like mad woman's washing all over

once we were brave to name the place

morning sun says

and tea comes too

to the treasure hunt

few pence short of a quid

a little bird tucks in between pages

finds forest there

you follow on this journey

till rain teams

till jungle

there are some covers clear as glass

let in

others show your face

here where time has gone

(you'll think)

you find yourself in a book

and all your friends already there

what news is

just soaks in

already it's the past

pity us in print

the reference section

meet me

let's skip names

let's wink

touch

kiss

we end up here

at the tome of the unknown

think refuge

there's no safe place though

the plot unfolds

strange symbols on the roof of the cave

as seen by truth's bung flicker

it must have been music followed till now

and the tune is hot on our heels

they're the rhythm

hearts hauls on

we are moment to moment deciding

cast die

turn page

just one bird laughs

and all catch fire

this is the only afterlife

words were immortal, not you

trees turn to books

and books to trees

words outlive all

and its nights slope to sleep

it's waking to the dream

we live

each remembering what will be

seasons miscegenate in this
with hours

weeks

days settle on the map you spread

at the point where you set out

the lantern in your hand

has led you

step by step one way

now you stumble into the work to do

will somebody open a window