Kit Kelen #1296 - calligraph

1296

calligraph

yes the river is big

we all know how it goes

so many have been here before

and punting, under sail, putt putt along

snows and a hillside of houses

some sage sits in spare strokes of a tree

and there’s your truth

it floats

like heaven’s bridge over the real

so that we may cross

which opening

leans by oneself where

naked in the forks

drift mind from writing

to signs unknown

slumscrapers

freeway falls

things are as we make them broken

find ourselves in this

the more and more

gather, toss, gather

choke down

so seas are lost and rise

pencil lines lead on towards

we come from pixel mist

under the wave

a forest is feathered

with just such words

Macao again

pictures of consumption

sky of old thunder tricks

all consuming

kindly doom we populate

under ourselves

never get over

but if one swims the street

takes moon at face value

if one scratches until

then the wreckage shows

so we must know who we are