John Charley
. what saves the day
hour in minute of seconds
arms slow in days today,
and life is(once or twice)
on meet inside the darkened
magnet
stories, thickened on its
only place;
where tremors shake,
mountains tremble
skies above, are wings too
bleak
sunwind rainandmoon
worms and other borers in
dust,
allandmost in men combined,
are wrapped in arms of
fullcommand
as whirlwind of violent turns
wind outside is joy, bird in
broken wing
(rounds its head, this wayand that)
jumps in wind, to fly and
fall try and fail
jumps in wind, to try and
fail fly and fall.
a thing known, out of its
marrow....
today is pain, to a day that
never was
arrows arrowed, death races
on race,
stables broken, insolable
metal on rust,
patterns lost of precious
string-
hearts unturned, to turn the
crochet.
but thing that clings in air
to know....
says the day, i'm always
morning to here.
©️ john charley
