Thursday 21 May 2020

‘how he wrote the flow of our pouring’


‘how he wrote the flow of our pouring’

see that?
see how it came from nowhere?

it frightens me - sometimes.
how the words seem to come from a spirit
just behind the edge of hindsight,
beyond the dusk at the back of my mind.

is there a hole in space-time leading to where
the poets rail that their words must be heard,
must be still the font of all of their times;
and am i chosen as this conduit?
a vent in the dam of the damned words!

it frightens me,
                         and yet
i repeat them 
               because i have to.
do i not? do i not?

but it still frightens me to ask

‘how did i write the flow of his outpouring’ 

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