we.ave k.not

 

 

Just resting –
letting the breezes make

a thing of
a body –

Sengaï 

(Tr. Cid Corman)

 

Tell me more

Tell me more

 

 

How can it be so deep?

Things fall apart
in the might clocks
of the city's belly.
Things come off
the shelves' shelter
to watch age go by.

K.not hard to feel it's still here,
that face and name not time dissolving
in steps old and new not a burden
- a salt of the earth treasure.

K.not easy to say what it was and is
that it's been years and nothing crushed
in facts and walks but just imagined
a maybe, python in the sky (rainbow).

K.not on until it's woven,
together.




 

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