lines ov escape
(a scanty hostel library cut-up poem)
Reaching the darkness of the closed doorway
with a great heaved breath of relief
we add to the list of the funerary goods a vast inverted bowl of sky,
dark blue almost to blackness,
A land by which the mind is fired
quite extinct
If he was overcome by sleep or pain, he would
tread very soft
and I was angry for all the wrong reasons
as was the ideology they are now replacing
with sinking hearts;
great and wondorous series of terrestrial transformations,
a mysterious dagger,
the sharp stab of guilt,
looking for all the world like a cannibal chieftain.
The troops had moved in, and poured down upon them a still coldness they did not feel.
Forest far behind us,
we kept running in spite of ourselves.
I've seen several dead people in my lifetime, but
that must have been some while later, it might be as much as a
whole generation of gigantic animals,
buried in the entrails of the earth..
I shall be glad to consult them.
Within those waves each martyred soul
would mend life's thread and make it whole.
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That was how I won the reputation
of a charlatan.
Now no longer shall I feel vexation,
My heart’s murk is clearer, less appalling.
