Kit Kelen #740 - will come crashing

740

will come crashing

it is a kind of fervour brought me

you'd like to stand back from

see into still

so many ways the word is gone

so many kinds of mark

and smudge

and rub

this many in

you look right through

so as to stand in the work

say self of it

some of them are nothing to me

from time to time record

this is an end of the thing

or here the word begins

it was paper before ink night

and should the eye fall into error

the noise and I attend

shape stains from out of ilk

we go wherever breath went

then should the edge fall from the world

make crossing out an art too

feel hat on head

when it's gone