curled, ripped

don’t concern the colour of leaves

  curled by the universe’s sky

how

you then

     revisit younger hearts

  before others took the levers of power

      the keys to the lit-speeder

                   when the eye’s purpose

        was different

     when it was able to see

  what later is coded...

                                                    the psyche’s seeds

  move along

  somehow. through

park

  through heart

 

through book

  through this cos-ceiling through

  the horrific rip

in forever.

 23/10/2017