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

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27 October, 2000 – David Baptiste Chirot