Sunday, June 30, 2019

Kit Kelen - broken path

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broken path

some mornings
like flowers

a music of just ourselves

can’t help it
imagine by being there

before words
this dance of the gestures

dark random in patches

it was always the empire of where we are

like a breath sometimes inside
the lunge and welcome

instrumental

spread like a stain
and bounce

before this before that
when we were wordless
not ourselves

lots was let go

the gone and the lost

connect
how far back?

some days as if we never were

bearded everywhere once
must have been moss

some day betrayed

high home in a vanish
shown through pages

one dream next to another
tucked in

tides of skin
the tall views

often the feeling of falling
and crouched for a result

so live for a little forever

will we remember here?

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