by Kris Hemensley

[5th September ’25 commencing] does young’uns
snooze rehearse the dying that’s
left of old’uns longer life? if but knew it
one & the same —actual experience the given yet
remembrance where body & mind
really dance! —unlocks immortality —
makes memory the superlative
instrument —how else inherit
the world? —magician’s promise
yet not for the gross expanse
except were exclamations
displayed end to end —in passim
splashes & sprays ideally aggregating
poetry’s ocean —one season of which beginning
in balmier springtime RIGHT NOW!
no joking! —awaken! else literally
godforsaken! (Seventeen once now Seventy
Nine! (an Australian “Who’s Who” (dissolution coils
ever tighter around life’s broken spine
(i.m. 7th October Twenty-three
second infernal anniversary —eternal infamy —
but every memory a mourning? especially
on sun-drenched Melbourne morning
“this” “today” “Here Now” —
without hint of the ending that logic endows
(our spin on Sisyphus
(wending wending
[corrected 2nd November
‘finished’ 16th