Thursday, September 7, 2017
Kit Kelen #614 - everyone is more important than anybody else
614
everyone is more important than anybody else
(just the next in a series of efforts at perspective)
when we were nothing
(in all time before)
not even inklings
then the itch was yet
and we would rub
swim, sit
when we had nothing
went not even cap-in-hand
we empty heads
were full of it
bent to some universal will
and found opinion there
when there was nothing to do
the world would turn its own way
when nothing lacked
we were a promise, not quite costed
when we were empty
it was a light world
could have spun off by itself then
blank slate
has everyone had this dream –
that these were the only words to survive?
when we knew nothing
we were legend
when no one knew how much time
then it was hope sprung eternal
when we were blind and deaf
surely touched
held and later higher
here’s esteem then
when there was no orchestra
we’d sing
when we were shunned
we’d scoff
did we imagine good as got?
still we were unbegun
I was to be borne off
cloud-high with hunches
you try erasure
all that ink shows through
when there was no tune in us
some chord must have struck
a cadence fell
when we were away
a hollow drum
rhythm of more was with us
we sawed ourselves off
when we were good for nothing
sky just as blue
and stars as bright
should we revolve
or better rotate?
sometimes sat it out
when we were quite unknown
did we pay attention?
and when the snake struck
when the poison took to lungs
so many ways we fell
and under the wheels
we were dirt
so many ways
from this one nothing
to never say next
when we were empty-hearted
love lit
there must have been a first rhyme
lilt in the letters we scribbled
just learning
nobody to no one was
we had a frog pond haiku for that
went on
never amounted to much
dust got up the nose
was what it was
this time it’s morning
the kettle makes steam
it’s only from
blank of mind
such visits
geological truth
how long will that last?
somehow music slipped through
at regular intervals the news
suddenly all those years ago
and each made of days
and dreamt between
the way we’d go
so soon
and we’re
nothing again
darling, a lovely day
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...but no one is less important than me
ReplyDeleteI think that was precisely my point, Rob
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