crows to the absence of crows
remind yourself, again
nobody controls the weather
but
pick a programme, pick a good programme
remember
your mother loves poppies
you can get primrose oil all year round
in the graveyard women
tending; in the flower shops, early
some graves have expired
what does this mean for the bones
.
light two candles
for the living, for the dead
for the expired
.
the longer you sleep
the more chaotic
we chose the image
over the sky
combination is a way of seeing
types made monsters
rise with the sun
it’s not too late
the lack is no greater for you
the great unclenching
.
You have to change the present to change the past
A voice comes to you
write it down, write it down
okay okay!
.
at some point a return to numbers
they are crumbling
another alphabet
get your senses in order
last time was the last time
every rebirth one
this one calm
mania really takes it out of you
the garden of forking paths
preempt the two, roots within roots
the call is coming from inside the call a stranger writes
what a good line
a receiver
crows to the absence of crows
you will come back here
God willing
and there is so much gold
the moon outside the Vatican
to the greater glory
.
And someone has an owl, and a kestrel
here the crows have the little hood
and everyone can care about everything
there is no other of the other
and everyone who is alive is the sum
And it doesn’t matter because everything matters
The little thing
If you want to suffer, Saturn gives you a token
While stifling a laugh
And we have forgotten the fifty-three types of crying
And how words do not always mean what you want them to