Kit Kelen #514 - each page is a room in the palace

514

each page is a room in the palace

now that it's summer all night

the only dark is dreaming

words pile

until the poem's lit

words furnish

where the image burns

be shown to a truth

of how it was so you will be

what pomp

to fix it for a wall

like last days

of a life you've known

dizzy with wings

and the world many-cornered

there are more rooms

than days remaining

under every treasure

is love

so many mansioned

if it were written, books wouldn't hold

it's all a tree like Christmas

this home

you've come in

through an open one

is there a window

looks out?

the writing from the other side

appears like this when framed