Thursday, September 27, 2018

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






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