Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Kit Kelen #810 - live in the midst



810
live in the midst

it itches here
as often told
as if this were
an ever after

you won't remember that

in thunder
too early to tell

mid-sentence
in throes of
the event
(in flagrante delicto)

culpable in
years, seasons
moments
equally

spoken till
the wind stills

woven in the web

spit of the garden
blessed down to size

never knowing
how worlds get on without

but here we are
limber in lower
reach

the storm lives here

there's someone always visiting
on all fours crawl
get thee behind me
go hard

a great persistence
whoever we are

it's grown up all around
I grew up as well

you balance this
on the head of a pin
roar of the road

there has to be a twist
fate fiddle

in all the dream of waking
this has to have been it

stray from stars
light falls to us

imagine very very far
you might just get a glimpse

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