Kit Kelen #1404 - journey to the centre of the clock

1404

journey to the centre of the clock

it fell to me, the rain

and we were all night catching

run out of pages, skies

when words won’t mean

summer was a house we bought

and luck to name it so

there’s thinking one knows

to recognize signs

who else was here?

what else transpired?

was with you long ago

so now a wrestle

in the dream

wheel spins off

another land across the sea

empty or full?

who can tell

if I could reach back further

lost words mine

only cities exist

between is the drought

we’ll make it together

it’s where we always were

time tells

the rain begins again

we’re in it

sleep past

sleep again

no one knows how high

how low

but you were there

and you and you

from somewhere felt a draft

so it was lit

spies in airports

please rub here

and other tricks

act of liberation

at last we buy swans at the market

a pair and they follow us home