Kit Kelen #1140 - out of captivity

1140

out of captivity

lines, like rails, no infinity meets

never can they have imagined

(those trusted, paid by the state)

instructing me in wide loops and narrow

(trees to stand, monkeys’ paws swung low)

they’d thought perhaps a little cage for the creature

and learn to make it for yourself

lapidary letterpress , later cursive

all joined up –  everything connects

they taught tautology a world thus

how little all my teachers knew

dot eyes, go on – recite

so this is a name and place by heart

had angels come to them to show?

had they seen provinces of light?

cross my teas and hope to die

it was a forest so I lost my way

never can they have imagined

I would track through deserts, snow

too wild to tell where words went

in their after image glow