Kit Kelen #411 - make believe - for godsbother

411

make believe

pretend it's a mind like ours made us, made ours

that can't be hubris

that won't even count as superstition

what's memory

without the names?

raft the flood has

how else could?

it's true names

are an arbitrary instance

could just as well be wild, just be

wind will blow

without the window

but how's a soul to glimpse it?

here's the hard cold

here's the wet fall

over here dry footing

the further

from a name

we've set

the more

we see

we need

these crutches

the new words

catch a book by the tail

sit on it

slap

will the truth come?

it's in the bucket

flapping about

the way we would

if there were

nothing to breathe