exhausted by a hundred
year walk through a house that
covers a planet and at the end a window
wide open cool dark outside

after a century I find it’s
an invitation not to refuse
the next phase being ex
ex everything

and no return
from the exceptionhood
of beings
built on the different premise that

there is only language
and language is the planet top
of living ghosts I just walked through
so now I leap into

black metaspeech and
break into the vividness of greater life
music in a higher sphere – perhaps
to shine, to sing all

the words
that come between the sun
and what is easier dreamt
than done