Kit Kelen #1112 - how much longer this world? (for godsbother)

1112

how much longer this world?

for godsbother

its streams of light

its thunderheads

the empty orchestra

and flicker

how green the river goes

once, as in impatient to be

an inching wormwood comical

still in its beginnings lit

how much longer

will we ask

vision of simply what is

how many?

like a breeze let through

in among all the arrows fallen

how much longer this world?

its secrets and told truths

unfoldings

like a road run far

and all beyond

this one we know

and cupped hands beg

to prayer we bend

all nighter eyes prop matchsticks

so we uphold the bar

how much more my breath in it

so meaning

and anytime unravel

how many others may we attempt?

no more than a moment

terra-form

the was-and-will-be

our grammar cast

to recollect

how much longer this then?

how high the walls

and heaven’s throne?

out of air that would not hold

how many lost causes?

who’s unmoved?

how many and how much? – a squabble

count till we fall off

but from a sort of soil

so rise

how long such dirty souls to scrub?

how wild the guess we are

and until swept away

how many mornings more

the words like rain to the landing page

and herded

image, as I say

in anyone’s words, so wept, forgot

how angel decked and all forever

changeless those almighty mitts

arthritic from the start

how much more seeing can there be?

how far down in the ache are we now?

steps to the pinhead dance

how many?

how much dust we are

how many more of these leaves to burn

each conjuring spring out of afternoon light

bars to a rattled cage

how much further to fall

all its green giving you

how long will last words last?

billions we are

and bone

so stone

and still we’re turning

shake the abstract out

heart

soul

and

head

how long such string

some sisters muse

all in my image after me

fooling fate

in every blessed death we read

how love was let away

say home

for an imagining

this sun

on my shining

how long

?