Kit Kelen #921 - notes towards the namelessness

921

notes towards the namelessness

that is of all creation before us

all of it made for us to word up

first step in the having

there I've said it

a name casts its own shade and warms

a lion in imagination

a tiger in the tank

say Beethoven

sway the woods

or

call me by disease

this wind and my socks

an inching of moss

a taxi waits in this one leaf's fall

wrong name

and some embarrassed protocol

lies then deeper in the bole

a number and so count the trees till here

it's like collecting tax

consider the nakedness of nameless things

in the mirror between worlds

lizard along

and possum up

in sway of branch

when someone's landed

eyes faster than we flew

down hill

and then ascension

idea from the unnamed thing

I call the clouds to me

known flock of all my days

and there's the bottom drawer

an orchestra of unknown parts

mountains yet to meet

are otherworldly without names

the footprint

then we become an age hereafter

the elves

the seraphim

homonculus

and succubi

precious names

one can't remember

a nocturne

and a cradle song

whose polka?

dictionary full

the future under skirt, in pants

fond biblical this knowing

a tumble for names yet to call

myself from another language

and all by heart the treetops

my singing was taught there

though I am less than the tune

and clumsy in notation

all run out of ink

stretched thin

as what do you call it

a lot of dot dot dot

but this in my eye

is someone's far star

too troublesome to tell

do we knock?

do we just come straight in?

some nameless insect lands in the moment

this is beneath notice

makes its own eternity right there