Thursday, May 23, 2019

Kit Kelen #1238 - go to ground

1238
go to ground


I am crumbling
I rot, rust
I am a hundred years in these clothes

the work is unpaid because we believe

some pages are ugly but we will forget
because it is love

days numbered

talk yourself into things
talk yourself out

these wings all where I’m buried
tomb it too
I unscrew my head

everything of me seems fated
that’s how it is with the past
because we believe in it

come crisp in the fire
and bright the words
they were hard

lay down
stretch out

be tree
to rise

I must be
at the beginning


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