Kit Kelen #635 - an archaeology of myself

635

an archaeology of myself / himself / oneself / the self

it all begins with as far as you go

everything worn turns to soil

this is where dust was settled up

the body is all superstitions

now I know to wait for the lines

cloud comes and our fate is sealed

digging in the weather

there’s everything that you can see

the here-we-are-ness, palpability

and all this while the show went on

dig like it’s a dream down there

it needs a good shake out

just a breath where we’re beginning

big sea in the bay, long view, tip toes

in moted dust look up

see stars

a spider climbs

and still today

you want to get between the lines/ the layers/ levels

it’s instinct led where you shoot through

bravery went on

in fear of abstraction

do you remember the promised land view?

saddle and ridge

truth set out succinct

see this line – here the hip ached first

where reading glasses were required

and often stretch to kiss

and lastly breeze begins again

where we have been before

this gravel crunch of driveway

and under leather sole

we have worked for intangible wealth

time piled up regardless

at some point the heart gives way

see the bones laced together for good

the writing is smaller than forever

it’s less than where we’re gone

the soul is a night darker than

still bubbling

may yet come to the boil

being first held

eye opener that

arousal!

everything’s a question

how often we were up a tree

so far down in that hole

the jealousy

the indignation

outrage!

all of this is signed

for the one who knows to read

we’re always drilling for a core

occasional the little trophy hordes

coins and little notes – a bank

there’s so much heal thyself

they’re handing out degrees

mostly though I’m decomposing

I remember the bottletop green of the bay

remember remembering most

everyone must have swum to be here

how else the tadpole legs?

egged on

and over the brink

we dared

won’t you!

as far in the deeps as music

the plastic layer

shows my age

come to the well of the singing wings

where once we learned to fly

all because I’m mindful

clap hands

hey presto

here’s the rest

what a long way down I go

and you’re there

and/or you will be

here’s the track

it’s almost as if

we live and breathe

but reader

you know better