666
devil
of a poem
it's come to this
and I think I know what made me do it
and who
the trouble's how to stop
666a
inhabit
an uncertainty
take a look around
I might or not
I won't gainsay
ditch the map
let garden grow
consider the ways
give paws
just walk
and pave a road to hell
go
to it
you
have to laugh
it's
not lost to be where you are
deep
in the forest of wishes and wants
and
will your number come up?
straw
short?
inhabit
an uncertainty
do
we not, each of us, come from such?
let
every miracle of here be so
we
must let be what is
… or
not
there's
all the could be would be too
just
take a moment like this leads on
in bells lost count
we live the strange time past the clock
closer to seasons so
I
always dream who I can be
middle
of the journey
thing
to another
let
me address you as such
look
up a clear night
and
see so far
that
was all before us
and
look again
do
you recognise?
this
is the place where you were born
all
changed, changed utterly now
ReplyDeletethe devil
of this
is you look
too close
too far
and stop
trying
the place always underfoot, overhead, indoors a needle in the heart.
ReplyDelete