Kit Kelen #707 - when I have everything in place

707

when I have everything in place

some tree with its flowers fallen

another heavy with fruit

all this drunk stumble we call nature

not knowing what day it is

all for the main chance

I had everything set

the map went under

someone reached up to gather a handful

called ourselves God then

kept heart home

under a moon

under a mountain

under the cloud closes

woe betide who wasn't the chorus

sword, fire stake, neck rope

here's your hemlock

lie down to take the waters, the air

then I brew

stagger off, make an end

when I have gone to ground

morning - just stiff flesh sticks

reach up

and out of all proportion

won't remember a thing

just that yes there was a dream

inebriant my light

sleep off

then only then

the world would turn

everyone was there

from the same bottle

the opening of all that's now

the far far specks of time

each knowing as little

as the next

that is/was why

the roads all over

under a moon

a mountain

a cloud

steady on

reach up for

all distances are equal to it

the little night of stars