grey windy rain in air
fell into quiet pattern
long enough to see
flowed vanished gone
out of memory so just memory
inescapable as flesh
gathered all memories
held Time in hands
now about to get it
think into words
mind drenched with scent
Time melted in fingers
now turned to open
between finger and thumb
folded holding
dripped with aromas inner
woods blooms and root
paper into powder
catching last dust
pure life immaculate myth
tranquil fearful thoughts in mind
ground it until vanished
burned and returned it was waiting
dread distilled ripe and flaming
sweet swoon seized unstitched
all would stand to hand
when light on hulk a murmur
full veins opened unutterable
body’s nets cast to world
in palm breeze bringing smell wild
blowing dying west bright star
five elements strove to forge
form world-wandering now farewell
Night wasn’t just memory
Memory half of remembering
night at dawn by crossroads
hold hands twine fingers
body thighs hands making
so little to want to ask
five strong elements
at crossroads of brain
memory live and stand to hand
plain serene murmuring wild
whole world kin rushed to sprout
met and merged
flesh memory all of remembering
spread hands and body
farewell O homeless mind
between grief and nothing
I take grief
open your arms wide
gripping stong foundations
words from Nikos Kazantzakis – The
Odyssey A Modern Sequel
& Willim Faulkner – The Wild Palms
arrangement: dbchirot
