Kit Kelen #1325 - broadcasts from the future

1325

broadcasts from the future

we first detected these

with a little soul search

though there’s no such thing

and of course that is the point

a letterbox had been taken away

the road curled up

many such stories we found familiar

one world too hot

another too cold

these were sent as near signs

but would there be a conversation?

simply orders barked?

everyone’ death was there

but you’d never notice

a very ordinary thing

each absence its eternity

such as in the underlamps

these transmissions came through chords never yet heard

so many things that are not take your breath

that voice!

our own and otherworldly
some heard their parents

some, little birds

tricky on the trills but meaning

that the river would run dry

no one knew a voice might make a mirror

come out from under the microscope

that was how they called

web drifted to be here home

it was something of forever

everything revealed

but you really had to listen

these broadcasts were

from the time after money

they told how winter was

and not to burn any more stuff

through the static

and some nights

clear as a bell

such words in our mouths

how the trees sang

hearts full of wonder

they wished to be reminded

but know we cannot speak

there are some survival instructions

otherwise no telling what

all by inkling

how insects were astronauts

anything in the kitchen could fly

got used to this after a bit

and expect the messages now

precious such secrets

turn the volume up

they told us how the wobble would be

where the ghosts could go

how to follow

they are saying

flesh in the mirror

mine too was once

doubted at first but soon knew

that they were talking just to us

as if descended

we ourselves were known

this is what gave it away

how could any of this make sense

most of it was poetry and pictures

it seems that will be the language again

forgot the plot

imagine the pace

time settled on all

and stretched

still does

will you be tuning in tonight?

they tell us we won’t be there