être
to
be is all with
it
spreads out from there
like
a prayer calls to all corners
makes
kingdom of hearing
to
be is not a known thing
it's
under every threshold
if
you think it's all named
you've
been reading a book
to
be is a stain
and
already spread
it's
picnic of the blanket
and
the sun lost to its sky
the
unknown will be most of it
that has
a certain odour
we're
not to air
as
others are
we're
not to sea
as
whale
the
list will be crossed off
when
we come to it
once
we have learned
just
to be
not really sure what order this should be in, though I think the beginning and end are right
ReplyDeleteI love it. Maybe picnic after threshhold?
DeleteI think yr right
ReplyDeleteDear Kit, I feel
ReplyDeletethe last couplet's thing
is already understood
and need not be so bold
I'll get back in my box now.
Deletecould be a title though
ReplyDelete... for this or another pome