Kit Kelen #1457 - what has been hidden from me

1457

what has been hidden from me

for godbother

further and further it takes me

the trail

stolen from myself

for love

hid in a hole

they were coming

it’s all to forget

we are here

and always were

never remember how we came

must however have gone to get home

sound of those boots

floor slippered to flee

an end

and edge

the years

for my own good

nothing bigger than this

no more no less than

someone decided

things survived are

that some didn’t

we are wakeful

their bad dreams

and all the while

it was a waltz

some old home remedy

a salary

a uniform

these woods

the slow snow carriage led

they’re not here

but home again

home again

it always was

where are the horses?

here comes the train

you can’t describe that smell

no one will say what they saw then

grace of God but for

let’s say

so someone must have fallen from

hidden all my life

and gone to the grave

hidden through generations

go to the mysteries

as to a call

we have practised this darkness

never together

so far from me

your world and theirs

it’s only the truth

you can’t see

none of it can be known

this is the way I am