Heavy Forms

A long blind life
Filled with captured things
On a path cleared
To receive

Shapes have passed
A variety of names
But in reality they were the same, the same

Quickly flicking through

And folding up
All open space
He always liked the view
From narrow points

This scenery
Is without an edge
And all the roads he chose
Ran up dead
In his head

Quickly flicking through
Heavy forms of many years
They carry such weight on the shoulders

Pages marked
With signs he cannot read
He forgot how to spell
A long time ago, oh there's

The need to explain
If only for some kind
Of understanding

And if only for
Some sense of safety
And if only
For some minutes filled with patterns
As he thinks of all the time he spent

To make and mend

The shadow
The shield
The sofa
The souvenirs
The spirit
The stuff

If only for some
Some sense of safety

Quickly flicking through
Heavy forms of many years
They carry such weight on the shoulders