Poem 310

All things vast as they may be must pass … and that should be the end of the matter …  every matter and then matter itself … relieving the last infinitesimal pressure on the universe of existence …

( I like the impossibility of comprehending two sides of nothing … )

(Curtains) You Won’t Live To See …

all your furniture siesta
in orbit
borer beetle
sizzling and popping
soundlessly


sparks
run down tree roots
and smoulder at the dark
delicate ends


a sky too cold
to snow


sun wobbling up
to bunt the Earth
like a fat boy
kicking a beach ball


stars fade
like old wallpaper


two sides of nothing
slide together
seamless


	      lord
        		          lord
                		          free at last