1054
all
the things you cannot kill
the
lost dream
gone
to its dark safe night
stone
will be soil
the
earth wash away
others
of us
all
inward dwelling
how
on without us
is
a
vastness
let’s
call time
seasons
gone
truth
of where when who
I
am
the
spheres themselves
each
to a sky
and
stars fixed too
to
have been lusted after
once
and maybe more
wizardly
spirit of was
say
sepia, maroon
you
cannot kill what’s coming
bury
what was
it
will remember
the
steps so far
the
dimming
and
the having had
facts
always shuffling after
the
skin as far as it goes
dream
lost dark
to
its safe night
the shimmer
ReplyDeletethat is
its own was