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