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I
have piled up
I am here and there
paint in layers
words lost in the bath
I am to do
I am the list of lists
was taken for edifice once
but I am the raw material now
up to my armpits
up to my ears
tricks are up to me
I am in the accumulation phase
still
took mystery for miracle
tablets for commandment
I was lost in the treasure
I forgot the one word
do I want to talk about this?
there could be an archaeology
like the unconscious
a toe to test
and tenderly
gingerly
monkey come after
piled up to the trees
truth you sift
and are we not loved
all over the place
trapped in the scurry
of heap to heap
heavenly bodies all ours
clear a space
there was urgency to it
to have things out of the was
the way
a pile of to-remember until
waiting to come alight
wanting to wash away
ReplyDeletethe mop
in the bank
all the pennies
on the floor
the dollar bills
like birds
on
venetian
blinds
I have cleaned up
I am Kit Kellen, list of lists,
ReplyDeletelook upon my works, ye meek
and rejoice
there's always something left
ReplyDeletebeneath the palette