Kit Kelen #690 - another note on the method

690

another note on the method

live off

first anxiety

where will I find a shape

my line?

it's black

the night

we dream

and day is

too much lit

so bright

too much to see

must squint

if to see stars in the day

and join the dots

for constellation

where will I find my line

how follow?

no one tells me

I'm all ears

and then I see

the mark that's there already

must have been me made that

I'm away

lie with the lines first thing

and curl, uncoil

all fall in

queue

all raggedly

I'm well fed with

now I'm not saying inspiration

yet as I live and breathe

something will suggest itself

there's nextness in among it all

perhaps because I've been before

no time to wait

for praise

I scratch a way

and so

call a poem

in the end

that's how a draft's

let in