Thursday, September 28, 2017

Kit Kelen #635 - an archaeology of myself



635
an archaeology of myself / himself / oneself / the self

it all begins with as far as you go
everything worn turns to soil

this is where dust was settled up
the body is all superstitions

now I know to wait for the lines
cloud comes and our fate is sealed

digging in the weather
there’s everything that you can see

the here-we-are-ness, palpability

and all this while the show went on

dig like it’s a dream down there
it needs a good shake out

just a breath where we’re beginning

big sea in the bay, long view, tip toes

in moted dust look up
see stars

a spider climbs
and still today

you want to get between the lines/ the layers/ levels

it’s instinct led where you shoot through
bravery went on
in fear of abstraction

do you remember the promised land view?
saddle and ridge
truth set out succinct

see this line – here the hip ached first
where reading glasses were required

and often stretch to kiss
and lastly breeze begins again
where we have been before

this gravel crunch of driveway
and under leather sole

we have worked for intangible wealth
time piled up regardless

at some point the heart gives way
see the bones laced together for good

the writing is smaller than forever
it’s less than where we’re gone

the soul is a night darker than
still bubbling
may yet come to the boil

being first held
eye opener that

arousal!
everything’s a question

how often we were up a tree
so far down in that hole

the jealousy
the indignation
outrage!
all of this is signed
for the one who knows to read

we’re always drilling for a core

occasional the little trophy hordes
coins and little notes – a bank

there’s so much heal thyself
they’re handing out degrees

mostly though I’m decomposing
I remember the bottletop green of the bay
remember remembering most

everyone must have swum to be here
how else the tadpole legs?
egged on
and over the brink
we dared
won’t you!

as far in the deeps as music

the plastic layer
shows my age

come to the well of the singing wings
where once we learned to fly

all because I’m mindful

clap hands
hey presto
here’s the rest
what a long way down I go

and you’re there
and/or you will be
here’s the track

it’s almost as if
we live and breathe
but reader
you know better

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