Kit Kelen #639 - Havisham (Satis House)

639

Havisham

(Satis House)

a room I rarely enter now

clocks stop here

this one will be last

all reading

and all in a dream

all webbed with what I can’t dispose

loves lost there

all echoed song the walls soak

rats run

we have let crowd in the edges

hard ground falls to us

strewings of leaf

it’s tomb

no one wants touch

lightning strikes

everywhere at once

outside all say spring

you can slow yourself to a truth like this

this sleep in us all

and it comes out here

must have meant

there’s still the sunshine of it

and that comes to a tune

here’s time

the lodger

the dislodged

difficult customer we are

any self’s all corridors

and alleys, streets run off of them

into other lives

how few of us make boulevard

and get procession gone

I’m with them

I am of their cause

words sentenced

lost to light