547 returning

 finding my feet after all these years

just where i had left them

travelling far from the body is to become lost

like a hungry ghost of the after life

July 13 AMMENDMENT

(not my feet,

wishful thinking feet

bodyless)

546 farewells

the goodnights keep returning

their shade grows around you

the sky is getting smaller the wind softer

once the sleep wells arrive

with their weighty nights

all your days will be complete

 

545 out of the hedge

big bird dropped

small bird rolling dead

to my feet

544 moments

 the sweet pain

of being here but

not staying

543 towering machines

 this darkness

is all of us now

in shadow