Kit Kelen #789 - this is where I never grew up (a note for my archaeologists)

789

this is where I never grew up

(a note for my archaeologists)

a rattle past of road

and there's the future mist

cow lowed

I went under the radar here

these few chords for amazement

succeeding as we come to our time

which seems on occasion to be a place

it was purchased for the purpose

I meant to wreck their business model

by being the hidden treasure

I was!

flit from dark dreaming

to what the sun's lit

yes all around it spoke

there was holy water

and the garden grew

empire of me on tip toes too

this has to be where the penny dropped

I pulled the wool over my very own eyes

and everyone else's

got lost in the piano here

and made myself event

I stretched to fit

and covered every surface

and even where I couldn't play

a scholar of my scratchy desk

an astronaut of nights

I could be anything

(boys always could)

was toasted under tin

and oft in effigy to burn

I made my own anathema thus

welcome to my Ark

or perhaps you'd say pyramid?

it must be here I landed

various parts come bring

they said the umbrella tree would tear up the slab

how tall and true all stories are

mixed flora in the cracks below

a lucky thing it all was

I've thought to call it 'parrot's dice'

yes I come down in the last shower

and shake a leg to start

the day was always bright eyes

and the night was always young

redistribution!

made rough justice here

though we won't mourn what's said

I had my head screwed on all this while

the things I've not yet tried are too scary

coming and going then one day I stuck

'it wouldn't work', they told me

tooth and claw some certain seasons

best of all I fooled myself

I could never add up and away

under the flesh I was down to the bone

still I kept my shirt on

and here's the seventh city

and the dust of it shook off

grandeur in the handspan, wings

anything you can dream upon

here's the fountain

you have to only sip from the cup

youth's patina applies

it was here I found out

my wallaby nature

and took things on the bounce

this is where schemes came to grief

and I must have been hatched

it's all proverbial in these parts

and quite a bit of the biblical knowledge

as in the spirit of creation

ironized as in due course

I keep the hemlock beaker here

just in case of coups

yes you can say it's half full

this is the place!

dig here!