Saturday, December 9, 2017

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

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