Kit Kelen #1169 - I keep a secret from myself

1169

I keep a secret from myself

blood in the mutter

hearts apart

a certain shape I am

and bitten

'let's not go there'

no one says

I hide the thing in just a skin

in sleepless dreams still seek

every face

every number

ever known

the ancient animosity

all said in a sigh

I never understood

baksheesh whispers me to wise up

I look for something I haven't lost

I must admit, must I?

it is a skin I've shelved

have hidden it away from words

still I hear the chimes

give heart to heart till home

bring myself to justice

keep the thing alive

in all events

see myself

I have a certain self I keep

I am invisible in it

more of a blinding, the unknown

and every day I welcome, rote

where I am full of time

I keep a secret from myself

dig a hole and whisper in

I take it to God's grave