Saturday, August 11, 2018

Kit Kelen #953 - weight of the soul

weight of the soul

for godsbother 

I built the cage
I have the keys

cloud come to again
a little forest me
made of some doubt
and stream to run away

so this is captivity?
I always wondered

a day in the dark
sun slipped
sunk in the balance
bobbed up for air

damned whichever way
and blessed

no, never feathered for flight
but gossamer, go at it
like wearing nothing

glimpse of all other lives
worlds in it
creature we
phantom of an opera

darkest crimes
are down to here
just think of an adjective

sunk in the balance
bobbed up for air

like that pimple under the skin
or poem you know must be there

pray for me, won't you

first thing that comes into your head
when stars reach down to touch

it's all because you say

1 comment:

  1. The first thing that comes into my soul
    not my head
    when the stars touch down is love
    akin to dread
    And my next breath says
    The Because underneath it


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