bha
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