Kit Kelen #1380 - the meditation on my corpse as a self

1380

the meditation on my corpse as a self

(one more little mortality ode)

for ataraxia/godsbother

have to throw your own ashes, bones

frequently the dream gives on

to the truth of day ahead… and behind?

there’s a rear mirror for that

it’s barefoot to the Yellow Wells

bless my isles, let’s sing

how in this skull my wishes were

and read them here today

there’s nowhere else this I goes

and no one else to be

how am I there then to dispose

when that’s for the almighty imagine?

come back as these words

but just if you like

like sitting to strain on a throne

in among trees I’ve wished

now taller than the fleshly me

was a point weakened and went

and likewise lost, you in my phrases

seasons have come and gone in the tree

please save the world

may we joy in the music now

see things that aren’t quite there

you won’t see me at all

say total systems failure

or deeper and deeper in life

till he ran out of roads, past praise

Iie like a thunderbolt, I do

a little daisy push up bliss

won’t feel the cold or thing else

lovely it will be to have been

glimpse of the turns beyond mine

to know ahead of a certain day in Spring

low altitude the bower birds

the mulberry coming ripe

and a pair of them

wings held to a fine steep tilt

the Channel Bills are back