Kit Kelen #489 - lines find me

489

lines find me

I wake to them here

as far as I've written

all words are woken

from a tomb of time

they are because of

wisdom come

I hold them

I roll them around in my palm

and words live

in the mouth as well

I have words

in mind

there's still breath with them

they lead on to cross with other words

or on into a story

it could be an argument

or simply this is how it is

they come to me – conclusions

lead to a last sigh

does truth decay in words spent?

lines run out

they have no place past

they have no rest

but in a book laid shut, lain still

any old moment

as good as an age

words must come of some animal intention

like light they cast across

but shining's all behind

they shove us aside to be

lines lose me too

aren't they a noose around the telling?

all these little lies

a circle we inscribe

waking, the record

of what was before

in dreams

the always other world

here just as far

as I've written