Garden of Infinity
The cac cac cacophony of a magpie, temperate, humid dawn of grey clouds closed curtains uncertainty everywhere life skills should be a qualification
you failed
sorting through books you fell
into the world’s word
unleashed
a fantasy model of yourself
it went of roaming for years and now it’s come back
an itinerant lodger parcels papers packages
strewn across the library floor
in this repository of the imagined nation
memories of expeditions float downriver
hacking through thick brush
corpulent bubbles rising giant catfish whiskers
hog weed and periwinkle line the banks
fronds brush against the skin
leaving scar tissue that reacts to light
you are completely alone now
they let you go
movement in the other room
shuffling strike out for action
there is much to be done
much to be gained in the doing of it