11.05.25

 11.05.25

High time it is for me to stir about, And do my best my kingdom to maintain, For why I see of enemies a rout, Which all my laws and statutes do disdain; Against my state do fight and strive amain: Whom in time if I do not dissipate, I shall repent it, when it is too late.

Will Kemp

You choke about on Weltvertrauen 

I want an answer from the immobilised 

an answer from Poetry, 

what’s it all for 

mesh cladding 

your own ups downs 

your own private idahos 

flicking it about 

on your tongue 

antisyzygy gone blank 

the ear near dumb 

the brain with sounds 

that sometimes seem fun