John Charley
. far beyond
load-out this heavy
turn that turns, right, left or wrong
but still, dirt-like-waters, running fast
concentrations, down between
puzzles wide, on that idled path
negotiations, round, and up
all of the mighty, and moulded stone
pouring, screaming
until that flat place has sieved us quite
of others and darkness relieved.
and only in silence, alone
where things through can see
and far beyond the nail, on scarlet tree
and far beyond, the welcoming-morning.
©️ john charley
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