Kit Kelen #1354 - drowning - a how-to guide

1354

drowning – a how to guide

in the deep you won’t remember swimming

some dreams are coded so as not to remember

you wouldn’t know you were in them

but wake with a feeling of having been

blue as a distance of smoke

from a stave height

see the chords

it is the colour of my home caught

birds sing invisibly

home to the light

mainly it’s this house

which isn’t

and never was

my parents were so happy here

rooms, views I knew

I have not seen

all this too will be taken

it was in there I held you

we climbed higher in the limbs

leafed the thing

and how we grew

rain prayed for us

I think of my mother in the dream apart

the dream in pieces

forgetting this that

in the deep you won’t remember swimming

no news gets through

it’s light announces all to day

how we were always here before

otherwise how could we be?

we sang before the words to say

a flattened note

where things won’t match

some mischief with the muses and none to blame for that

but know we were all in attendance

risk a way from dream to dream

so from-from-the-fabric sprung

under the old as-if

and go unnoticed there

frightening to make life of it

around this polished floor and spin

well into a husbanded waltz, so gone

to call the music in

littler than anyone fallen in there

I know without the least farewell

we won’t be here again