Kit Kelen #1000 - prophetic

1000

prophetic

on the thousandth day

hollowed from mist

web cast

tangle of all that’s lit

and so is

you’d think there’d be arrows pointing back

call this the work

make a note of it

make up whatever you like

and a world where it will be true

here I am today

dizzy

with not a thought of having come

or

I might not have got here

break a leg, I am

boxes and tribes

hallowed be the namelessness

the coming ripe

the lying fallow

a wallow in

and muck

how many times round the clock

do we go

?

by heart

afoot

leaves throw the tree

come all the way round

damp in the ugg tip

home

decent fall in my absence

someone slept beyond me here

a sun came first

and we were spun

it has to have been

this way