Kit Kelen #701 - I must go into hiding

701

I must go into hiding

I take the blindfold trail

hands tied -- all my strength to balance

no one will know my plan

the more I say

the more secret I am

there's nakedness in where I've gone

let's call it Secret Valley

something's hidden in my head -- its heart

and soul adorns the body

so

I'm well under words by now

the weather's all over my head

there's been too much of me altogether

I've made too much noise

tuck me under some old idea

I'll think it up again

stockwhip and blanket

I am given this time to rust

none of my ink's invisible

there's no punishment, reward

but that we live it now

there's no go-round again

I must go to the great below

no beyond of that

helicopter hum above

of they're all after us

but they'll never find me

not in so many words

I fold into a moment, gone

in all the stars of this sky's catch

I must have been the bubble burst

I won't be comprehended

the way we fade is memory

less less of me to be

yet still always poised to strike

will you come with me there?