Here there is no accompaniment
A wheel has rusted a fist to the wind
I take down my stone name
and finally put it in a chalky drawer
Its trees are all on fire
but only at the very tops
Fire will not come down the ladder again
A fog rests on the empty lush field
The green feeling is of a chance without a chancer
Thinking back before you?
It’s like turning my mind
back before
blue itself.
Ere blue,
it is impossible to be.
The sea above
was there. A quai.
I was launched.
My eyes undone.
The thought of open
and you were there
at once,
a priori.
A blue mind of lion,
a fury
like a pencil
in a hospital.
Come the beforelife,
we will all be
together at last.
It will seem
forever, because time
will have no past.
Truly, no one
will be missing,
since this play
will have no cast.
