Kit Kelen - for ataraxia #6 - a vanishing art

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a vanishing art

you could vanish anywhere

I choose the garden

golden and golden

next ages are

in steam the train departing

go down to the woods today

to clockwork gone

and to taking apart

I, myself, a hobby

you could go anywhere

it is an art this vanishing

just a little cough could take

so much of life is microscopic

even especially the news

could go to the moment

see into the atoms of air

you know where I have gone already

so many mysteries are told

down in the valley

piping wild

with a song

for from folk there

you could vanish anywhere

please choose to be

it will be so

much by moon

this blindness

love! so generations lost

hate equally! bare knuckles to

have you found the one needs no encouragement?

that one's in the grave

many have just bundied off

many are eaten alive

some eat dog as dogs do

some sink in a city

some soar beyond clouds

all gone

the hundred billion of my kind

and every year we're ever so many

eat almost as many

of others

unkind!

perhaps if just

in the garden we grew

as a single thought

will grow into time

trying to answer

one question will do

o happy vanishing that way

lives not lost

but we all find

in our hearts

the thanking time

someone wrote the wrong word down

followed along that trail

you could go to the moment

say here say now

could simply walk

into the past, to the future

an instance of silence

is that the rest?

and pain –

so many ached away

till they were gone

take these wonders

follow a sign

obedience is a great killer

something comes from nowhere

doesn't it follow

lightning will strike me?

ah but

I will go faster than light

shorthand for glyphic

that's where I live

I painted a way in

there's the bottle

all these swimmers peer out

through every colour of the rainbow

not to light of day but

some were poured straight down the sink

the wowser on the wagon too

has vanished in his hay

you might have nagged yourself away

or sighed like gnat size of a chicken

or said that one word too many

so many camels were broken by back

getting through needles

many were lost in conversation

if I give then I will have been gone

and if I stop to hear?

kindness overcame some

and they wept themselves

into a puddle

you could follow

just one train of thought

find yourself an ocean afloat

that may have no end

round is how the world's forever

music has often taken us

and there were steps to dance

a melody's all next

time marches

hear the light pounding

in chest

for a start

some say one mosquito got me

others in need will call a good snake

you could be anywhere

lost in your story

will you come with me?

say fond adieu

tribes and nations

lost in prayer

have never been seen since

who is it has not fallen into a sadness?

others dance well past joy

go legless

like broken toy

some careless kid

has left in the garden

lost for words

in words

and left for read

some are brought down with an arrow

and many have flown too high

some began to cut their hair

and found that they were ghosts

some past the post

were all on the fourth

to win or to place

still in the queue

to collect today

some grew a beard till they were gone

some fell into a screen

laughter was a way to go

and often recommended

down for the count

seeing stars

and everything was dream

I don't believe there's a thing that's here

but wasn't dreamt up first

it follows that I must be ink

turn mere paper into poem

you have found me here

among those all are blue sky pointed

call it your own way

let's play ping pong

then we can sit

pot of tea?

you could vanish anywhere

I choose the garden

won't you down tools

just be with me?

let's just cast

an eye about

let's sit still

for a while