Kit Kelen #1060 - the burial in self

1060

the burial in self

(to add to a book of mother)

stark pronominal

as if by heart

certain words will never be spelled

gather the empty chairs – make motley

the mind here paper thin crew

nothing lasts forever –

not the proofs of this

and even as forget myself

am I alive to all?

thing with the lost name

start anywhere

entitled

as long as there is room

name the lost

as if survivors

shy starting on

we undergo

clouds over

one such hemisphere

where once you had to tap

touch wood

and into them

among the trees

and find a way among

once was named

as if morning were first of us

each a document of time

follow an arrow's bent

certain colour in the chords

just like this rope of writing

lines between us read

remember

will I let a new song

ever catch me again?

who am I?

I have big floppy ears

sing along with a bouncing ball