Thursday, November 24, 2016

Kit Kelen #329 - in the stone


329
in the stone

in the stone my dreams
each faithfully carved

but night is an age
and the light is longer

there isn't a word
that will last

*

I bring my own door
that's how I step through

I have a bridge too
quite a weight
but how else will I get across?

rivers and oceans
they're in the running
and so I go with the flow

the tiger I'm riding
you know how it is

as if there's a flimsiest string
binds the invisible parts in the whole

the dream on its dry twig
sets off not knowing

there are
other worlds
I have in mind

how else
could I do
all I do?

a candle takes the hours down
outskirts of a night like this

*

in the stone my dreams
each faithfully carved

but night is an age
and the light is longer

there isn't a word
that will last







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