Excusez-moi ma cherie
Love is too far to reach
But i beseech you to teach me
The ways of subtle strangers
Who play with words made of fire
How can we make magic with our desire
When there are only ten lonely fingers
Wrapped tightly around a wire
The personification of submission
Deserves our entire attention
You are no more or less of a person
When there are only a few
Extraordinary people who adore you
Love is a fundamental force
It rocks you off your course
And you must pass through  
A million phases of transformation
Each day is a situation you can handle
Another milestone placed upon the mantle
We are living examples
Of candles burning in the dark
I see treasure in the sky
A line between colors that meet your eye
Love is the sound of rice
Falling on the kitchen floor
When morning was born
We tried to disintegrate all of our shadows
But the room had been filled with arrows
So we laid on the ground and wondered
It was then I saw you whispering to the thunder
That love was an entire mountain
And we have never known hunger
Bigger than a volcano before
We saw the birds return from their migrations
And all our hearts were blooming
In the libations of the sun
Your tears water down a river
And the rafts of your heart are bound with fibers
We share in all of our shadows
Until our minds become vibrant and entangled

plant a seed and watch it blossom
send a letter and watch it sprout
give a gift and take your bow
last night i dreamed you were in my bed
and now i am left waiting
for the edge of your love to cut me

lets turn around
and make sounds at the shadows
i drift upon love’s smokey tendrils
why can’t we garden in the winter
for love’s heart is too tender
her fingers bend and spiral
i am an eagle
and you are desire’s virtuous neglect
you remind me to breathe
for now i seek to reach you
and not teach you anything
ever again

Lust is a book best written,
For the beginning stages of love...

I should have left you
I knew it from the beginning
But you had the face of an angel
So I stayed even after
All the killing had taken place

The Music evades all dissection
it never escapes or gets held captive
and while its apparently our best teacher
this endless summer
is just one long journey to The Falls
gone are the days of masters and slaves
and all that is left is our retirement
so lets dance our days away in The Shades
while love is complacent
and sometimes copacetic
i am peripatetic
and there are still no takers here, yet

the berries of hatred
secrete juices that are tainted
and stain the features of our faces
with their unctuous secretions
did you waver or did you savor
the fruits that they forgot to give you
look for mediocrity in fields of melancholy
and grief in strings of bikini anarchy
a blessed nothingness
respects all this drunkenness
so relax and follow these sounds into silence
and ask yourself if anyone has ever really  
overcome violence with more anger

i am fortunate enough to choose my own melodies
as sadness drifts like a river through the night’s journey onward
forget your identity and merge with the trees along the shoreline
who is the gatekeeper anyway
she is the one who decides what is appropriate
i wish to meet her face and see her eyes
for what a challenging occupation it must be
this infinite being presides over our frustrated creativity
i see women dreaming like symphonies
making serendipitous discoveries
individual recoveries from addiction to imprisonment
symbols surround our mountains
and draw us down from the ethers
into present day realities
i choose to face the fire of the architect
as stardust collects on your shelves and altars
you may stall as long as you wish
for procrastination can never touch this
who found infinity first
to brag about it would be laughable
i question our obsession with thoughts
why we validate some and consider others repulsive
can there be value in individual ideas
or only in vast conglomerations
perhaps we are bound to an infinite chain of misnomers
if all skandas are fundamentally empty
including form, feelings, perceptions, formations and consciousness
then earth, water, fire, air, and ether
are all manifesting maya equally
this life may indeed be a satire or a tragedy
with a sprinkle of ire or perhaps a little irony

with anybody’s body
that we could find
we made ***** gestures
in our mind
i wrote this poem yesterday
and you are not a third rate sweater
now i have nothing else to say
as a measure-menthe of kindness
i vowed to fill my plate
and eat from her late night diner
you dreamed a wishing well to appear
in hours spent beneath the shoreline
i repeated that you were a miracle
she said, coerce me and i’ll never surrender
so we pretended to fall asleep, until numbers
came falling from the treetops
i could tell that you were consumed,
by the heart of everything

You are hereby sentenced to,
happiness for all eternity,
and reprieved from your servitude
to spelling bees and other state championships.
Our adolescent addicts are addicted
to arithmetic, statistics and computer degrees.
Marginal efficiency, reductionist literacy
and formica counter-tops,
have all got to be kidding me.
I’m out y’all, returning to the garden;
so please send me your resumes
and i’ll happily plant them in the radish beds.
The hypocrisy of symbolism
is when the riddle solves itself.
Wealth is just an abstraction,
truly its your health that’s worth preserving.
I’m serving this rhythm,
making use of its momentum;
for we are all blazing beings,
trying to break free of boredom's tyranny.
Some storms are worthy,
some storms are holy,
other storms are dangerous;
and we all know the hurly burly.

vegetative spaces
give comfort and shelter
under canopies of love
we exist for each other
fellow humans
givers of luminous beauty
old fashioned swings are calling you
duty is discovered in veritable confinement
all our solitude is hurried
and hoarded by hired soldiers
who store their food in cupboards

can you buy a second chance
in the world of men
many are left wandering
while their mother loves them
and holds their hands
until the day they rise again
sever your heads from lust, greed and revenge
for envious lives are perverted
open the sky to see through the dryness
inside of you are two eyes
who forgot that their mind’s origin
lies beyond the five senses

straight and narrow
through the eye of the needle
relativity curves like a balloon
thought is escalating and elastic
accelerating into diamond vortexes
drastic measures are called for
go under cover and threaten to email
the relatives of police chiefs and officers
to tell them the twin towers
have only just fallen down
while you stroll country lanes
in respectful amusement
to the noticeable lack of resistance
the attitudes of confusion
impenetrable by the eye
are highly persistent
what if the irony is simply
that the iris is forever
isolated from itself

freed from time and space
we gave our last performance
you said it was sort of pompous
and a little too hollow
unlike the figure of the maid
who came back and left me my dinner
grief is a river i would never swim in
we undressed the girl wearing hemp
because you said grifters do it the best
and if heads are gonna roll tomorrow
so must our feet move on too
love is abundant and frequently dismayed
the moment you allow
another to enter your heart

Is it pleasant or painful
To suspect the least in every situation
I’m not complaining
Just trying to tell you how I feel
All I know is that we are equal
For only existence itself
Never need offer any sequel

we are sacred and scared just the same as ever
the passion and the rage never seems to dissipate
what shades and shadows shape our souls
the hourglass flowers towards never-ending spirals
humans are blessed with their own fragile memories
like spades and sparrows they dig holes and make nests in the sand
though we have escaped the trails and trellises of our transmutations
on trade-winds we still must sail to reach our destinations

Life is a complacent ***** grinder
Love is like the fingers that linger on your shoulder
While you wade through treacherous waters
I love to embrace the taste of honey
On your milk-chocolate coated tongue
We listen to the young and the dying
Who are crying out in accented whispers
That love is a candlelit river
Into which you must enter fully naked
Before the daylight comes

sweet girls and sweet water
serenity sweeps through the streets like lightning
keeping us clean and cleansing us of untold sufferings
i am speaking, forever weeping, healing hunger
as a lonely child wonders what to do about breakfast
so slow down and ground
the sound of love is an anchor
a river and a boat across the ocean
i miss you and forgive the way you mistook motion for movement
houses are hunted and haunted by honey badgers
who are only after laughter and solemn goodbyes that last forever
are we forever or just a moment
weapons launched, atlantis lost
so how about a luncheon at the country club
our darkness partakes of our light
like life partakes of sorrow
asleep or awake we dream about reality
yet never feel its threads as they tug our limbs out of bed into the streets
asteroids hit pieces of land where we have not understood our purpose
burning holes in rock and mounds of grief so deep they collapse upon themselves recursively
sell me that old shirt for cheap
sweep clean the rags and corridors
threads torn sew me the worn out attitudes you left behind ages ago
in old streets paved with firecrackers and toad stools
show me the moon
i wish to see it through your eyes
and drink in the nectar that soothes the heart’s worry
anxiety is a target
stark against the blackness
bleak as an owl in the daylight
infinite wisdom resides in smiling
songs seem silly in the light of yesterdays tragedies
yet still we sing to quell the fear and misery of
nothingness and embarrassment
the lack of syntax is discouraging
yet i feel ill equipped to handle the inevitable decline
that may occur from judging it

In musty attics
With dust mites dancing
We defy the violence
With sympathy and compassion
Humanity's words
Are working daily to break free
We are ancient trajectories
Of Japanese action sequences
Happy to breathe sequentially
And see the sky's reflection
Shimmering softly in a fountain
Like water off a mountain we run free
To the breaking point
For the taking and the making
Is all we ever really need

life is a tragic symphony
beauty breeds discontentment
what you see is not what you get
and i bet you didn't want to know that
life is a compulsory education
a fantasy of feeling and obligations
bland as a meal with no spices
the soul heals our need for appetizers
and dessert is a victory
life is a palatial avalanche
organisms react to violence and relativity
we give breath to the midnight sun
and run with iron in our lungs
gone are the subjects and objects
who no longer have a place in our narratives
i take my time and avoid the highways
where thieves and derelicts roam
i choose the ocean and the mountains
and make the sky above the sea
a resting place between time and eternity

The misty mystery is always laughing,
and coiling in silent spirals, right beneath our nose.

Lips speak tender music
We choose to remain
Appreciative of our confusion
Many reprimanded children
Cry for those who misuse them

dance in the morning
all warnings are slipping away
the rain is a hundred tears
the moon is our hourglass

streaks of color
in sunset's persimmon sky
i am soaked in honey
your feet are my pillow
in love’s shelter
the storm of life passes

baskets of fruit overflowing
the rhythm is distant
our echos are persistent
infinite dreams of bison are flowing

how did we get here
sweat out this fragrance
drift from soul to page
like a butterfly in mating season

Oh sage
of delicate fingers
the ethers are binding
are you direct
or are you blinding

make space for innocence
the way a glove separates the fingers
forget the medicine
that is not growing in your garden

stroke my arm and kiss my soul
four fingers strumming
and only the thumb
knows the downbeat

select from the masses
a basket of fruit
if the flowers
are staring directly at you
they shall respect your masquerade

still they invite you
to jump out of your ego
and give up this charade
dress yourself yet again
in your whitest wedding gown

its time to undo
the ritual
that cast you
from your shadow

We are firmly embraced in our nature
And gathering often equates with happiness
And a massive amount of self-reflection
Or was it done to our own detriment
Have we fallen into complacency
Are we at the extremities of extrapolation
In a metropolis in dire need of a vacation
Or a makeover and respite from its own annihilation
So tonight we are busy buying the moon’s diapers
And singing bedtime songs a little bit too early

gather and collect
and then offer your sympathy
feelings deflect our sorrow and antipathy
life is brimming with good deeds
i remain steadfast in all that i seek
sweet love is among us now
her eyes and hands
feed the mouths of two rivers
i chase winter into her bed
our eyelids lift as we drift south
and lots of people desperately
cling to their doubts like old lovers

some mornings are weighted
heavy like a tree trunk
others are as light as the breeze by the ocean side
the opal wearers stare at her third eye
longing for musical indifference
amidst the sagacity of incubation
stationing direct the planet turns around again
sans neglect you are apathetic at best
please sell me your music
is there no pleasure left in the moment
the smell of cacao, coffee, cardamom and cinnamon
offering up to the gods of wisdom
they lift us to the sky
on tired thighs
i try to hide but your light shines everywhere
i wonder about the magic
if anyone can see it anymore
are we no longer connected to the source
or have we lost our course
its in the present that you find it
a liquid attempt at lightning
a languid temperature
tempting me with its forgotten melody
methodical as a nightmare
severing connections to our ancestors
this measuring has gotten us all confused
and tongue tied
up to no good
i stood still for you
for a thousand centuries
i bared my head for you and shaved my soul
the dormancy of the dakini still lingers on my fingers
sing for me in the afternoon mist
i insist on letting you know that i love you

the queen dreams of everything
the depth and the distance
in between nothing and something
our goals seem small
and infinitely whimsical
our hands demand attention
but most pay them no heed
if you are adventurous
you’ll examine them
and contract them
into two powerful *****
that engulf these halls
as worlds are born
and collapse again
within the fraction
of a single second
faster than it took you
to even read this sentence

say goodbye to the bucolic summer
the rafts of winter are upon the banks of your desire
please placate the wild streets of abandonment
let the edges of your neediness
take you into independence
i am less dense than a fly
and more round than the sky
i am a shade too dry for some people's liking
are you wanting a more permanent vacation
the icing on the cake is the real equation
immediate desires all forsaken
our love is worth practicing non-anticipation for
if you kiss me now i’ll be forever liberated
if you show me how
i’ll take you to the 9th dimension
seventeen floors above the world
and we are standing on
an indefinite embankment
i am intimidated by your perspicacity
as the persimmon sun sets upon the horizon

lifetimes of frequencies vibrating in the sky
the endless bliss we tried to deny
limestone pyramids with capstones awry
we projected our shadows onto a wall
some were short and others tall
you purchased a flute from a gypsy’s supply
our breath is bubbling beneath the surface of alveoli
landscapes quake and we shake in our shadows
dry are the plains after your isolation
i came wandering just to look into your crystal eyes
and stand as tall as the rainbow is high
from one fountain we drank away our emptiness
lest we forget our pain and be done with it
these incorporeal corporations cradle our consciousness
as we sat straddling our ambivalence
the ambiguity too perplexing
it was all relatively deafening
and now i ease my way out into the street
to greet the knot-tyer in the midst
of mid-summer’s rising tidal wave of heat

the rain is my savior
she saves me from falling
she’s pounding the earth so hard
i’m glad i’m not redundant
and can let go of the foregoing
the sound of thunder is foreboding
but i like my coffee black
she returns for more
another violent interlude or attack
her descent creating waterfalls and rainbows
spraying beauty in all directions
i am thunderstruck
in awe of her complexity
it’s flaming mantle an altar of reverence
if you wish to be healed
drink the rainwater
falling from sky to earth
and bringing back our souls
show me your nakedness
in twilight’s stupor
i’ll try not to laugh
as you stumble home later

the wilder the mushroom
the more that i’ll respect her
and sleep deprivation is not a burden
but a rite of passage
the blessing of laughter
touches the forgotten spaces
along our spines and bodies
there are so many memories left abandoned
along the side of the proverbial road
red is the color of tantric conflagrations
and the redness of your lips has taken hold of me
impulses are firing and i am a diamond
standing at the bank of a lake so deep and wide
you are a tyrant and i am defiant
so let’s not linger on these words much longer
some call it sleep deprivation
i say we are chronically alive
fighting back our tiredness
like good children we swallow all our suffering
tangled in our platitudes
this delicious derision has got us up to no good
and the circle of outrage and oppression
has left us in the mood for some food

One kiss left if you wish
To impress the dress rehearsals
Fold the universal mattress
Into it's cupboard
You are a card carrying idiot
And love is never illegitimate
We arrive on time for dinner
And end up losing our minds
We are the waiters
Who never bring you your water
We are the saviors
Who can’t figure out our own agendas
We are the players
Who need to feel we are in control
I sold you my robes
And folded my hands
So we danced over and over again
And eventually we won
The last place in the tournament

let’s suspend judgements, threats and demands
neglect the ways we never understand
and try to maintain a state of graceful suspense
as the swell of illusions displays it defense
in masticated and masochistic allusions
the jaundiced complexions
demonstrate our instability and weak erections
***** waters left sullied by man
they swam in our rivers and polluted the dams
if you can perceive all these violations
you would never give up
or sigh in consolation
hours pass before the tires drove off
and the trucks were wary
of getting off course
for hours they rode
through the dark of the night
and under the cover of silence
they thought that they could hide
but no shelter was left
and all of their weapons were useless
in the face of an enemy such as this

i am blissfully happy
to be hunted by creatures
who seek to know infinity
simplicity is splendor
and tender like the leaves
are you awake or are you asleep
lost in dreams of falsehood
reality awaits for your impossible fate
to become activated
i am all that i let go of
in releasing i am free
has our ship run aground
or have we found safe harbor
the pounding of the waters is all i hear
expectations shatter my invitation
so let’s ready ourselves for battle
the sweetness of the morning
like honey in your tea
the shades of beauty that we rarely see
confide in me and i’ll confide in you
oh darling don’t you see that we are all of this
the beginning is the end and the middle too
i am lost in spite of you
please caress the hanging flowers
from within your pockets
i see love dangling like a locket
from around your neck in double bends of splendor
your hands are tied and i am wild
signs of submission
are always trying
to untie themselves from these cords
self assured and failing to notice
that her feet were bound as well
she tried to take a step
and you can guess that she fell
you were an easy target
so sweet and eager
what a complete lack of identity
so meager and false
i have remorse for the ways i punished you
all the seaside adventures
left their marks on our souls
like seagulls hunting for fish in the evening
i went and bought you that ring
the taste of death is delicious
do these sounds offend you
or do you still pretend that we are family
somebody lost themselves
along the road to the temple
and now is lying naked
distraught and derelict
somewhere between a drunken tiger
and a water buffalo

she exhales
she is here
she is terrifying
she smells of fear
she breathes her mind
she justifies
her appetite by saying she is broken
all her forms
all her faces in this space
in all spaces are conjoining
are separating
all these years
and all these emotions
are diverging
from a single source
all roads follow
all dreams fade
all roads narrow
all hell is paid
now there shall be poetics
local agriculture
and music
in twilight
roses
keep the fragrances alive
her majesty
I asked her what would she like
she spoke about the fire
and the envy of her pride
join me for this supper
and i’ll tell you about the time
when the keeper of the music could no longer write
her eyes became two diamonds
refulgent in the moonlight
her daemon appetite
grew stronger
and hungered for your sight

Smack dab in the middle of the season
You seized them by their cojones
Accepting all our feminine values
Can never turn us back into men
Remind me of the muck you bared
Like growing mustard greens and sharing your wealth
We uncover millionaires in their health clubs
Doing nothing but killing themselves for free (love)
Now men are boorishly standing up to women
To remind them of their choice to bear children
Or to openly perform complex arthroscopic heart surgery
Still we are fortunate to live at a time
When you can decide approximately
How many fingers you'd like to have inside of you
Its true that we have more to lose than our pride
And at times we experience the same arrested development
So why not join forces for the embellishment of our stories
Your allegories destroy all my categories of interpretation
Did you really think you’d get away with it
Why can't we just let the world know
That we don’t need any more specious people on the block

Celibate sages are ageist it seems
A common propensity of sheep(le)
Is the ineluctable need to get married or procreate
In this heat we are all defeated repeatedly
Underneath a level of arrogance i breathe
Dripping sheet-rock from my knees
We are trying to show by degrees
That I can embody what I need
If I am really the healer that I long to be

In an age of braless nymphettes wearing lululemon
Who speak of unequivocal virtues
We seek **** role models and female superheroes
Ambition has no equal in all its atavistic ambivalence
Still we ****** our ******* feminine values into each other’s faces
Disrespecting our past predators and predecessors
And the pirate priests who prepared our souls for fiery salvation
In wartime circuses we are all pretzels and pantyliners
Who necessitate no changing stations for these gyrating giants of industry
And the gentle guardians of the spirit
With giraffe sized necks and human hearts that beat in their vulturous beaks
Who tear each and every naive feminine seeker into thousands of tiny pieces
Till all that’s left are precocious and imperfect targets
Seeking articulations of their convulsive
Nay, compulsive addictions to affection
With dinosaur sized scars and crocodile scales covering their erogenous parts  
We hide beneath a pile of beautifully styled business cards and good marks
Like we are a bunch of naughty children caught lurking in someone else's basement
Until the morning comes and we heed the need to once again impale our flailing limbs on another angry treadmill
While pilates preachers speak tender secrets from palaces of perfection
A hungry intersection of underwear and diamonds
When we finance our families’ vacation with blockchain investments
That eventually all end up feeding the same weapons dealers who control the world’s most vulnerable food chains
We are all deniers of the warnings of climate change specialists
Who liberate their minds with psychedelic toad poison
Moist as the dawn we overcame the wolves of oblivion
And covered up a significant number of Mother Nature's sounds that we abhorred for all the wrong reasons
Preferring fir-scented yoga rooms to an authentic forest floor covered in pine-needles, acorns, cones and a plethora of edible fungi
We’ve come to detest our own chthonic scents, senses and instincts
So we try to pretend that we've never sweat before
Exactly like a pile of compassionately discarded compost
Innocently left to rot in the sun for several weeks on end
So now for fun we back-bend over thundering volcanoes
Earthenware bowls asymmetrically formed in our souls
If all our pelvises tilt slightly to the left of west
Then the forest’s health is a direct reflection of our own faulty perspectives
And now you justify selling your soul for meager earnings
For next to nothing is always better than being wholly broke
Or broken holy or even sometimes just a little bit more hungry

We are trembling again and again
Women are rarely triumphant
Against their own demands
And men never truly understand
What it is they must defend
We are negligent and foolish at best
Yet its better to laugh than to pretend
That we think we know what’s best
We are really not fooling ourselves
But we are making fools of our self
Whenever we are not singing
Or even listening to
The Rules
Of our
Heads
Bodies
Fingers and feet
For they already know
Exactly how to dance
To the Beat of these diseases

to reignite passion first love your self
then nourish a practice
with discipline and compassion
and you’ll feel better too
in this existence we need certain tools
to know ourselves as managers
and maintainers of our own fuel
oh and finally the truth is told
that you must be personally
impersonal in everything you do

seekers of the psoas
with bones and tendons
robed in shadows
stretched as tight as arrows
the seeker bows down
what if Moses had drowned
would his followers
have had to then run for cover
seek your mother
gift her another dragon's eye
look for our brothers
in words and stutters
close the shutters
as rooms descend like escalators
no one likes to let you
fool around with their heart
anymore

seek the truth
and see through the *******
you reveal the visions
of beauty and freedom
and confirm impermenant melodies
on isolated themes of driftwood
we observe those moods
we never could describe
as the ancestors lie
beyond our reach
but come to teach us salvation
they guide you
on your way to emancipation
romance may be sweet
but we are in need of victory
and if defeat is not an option
then this might just be a prelude
to the end of another symphony

i insist that you walk with me
into the volcano’s flames
spraying beauty in your wake
relatives remake their reality
to reflect the space of awareness
in which they dwell
consequences are plenty
that alone i can tell you
stairways open into bottomless
spirals
underground i rise in thrones of diamond light
throats cut by words of pride
and perfect sight
you gave me the keys
to weep for all the jealous dancers
who partake in the genocide of mice
is this the sweat of our passions
or just the price of our pride
that pours from our tribe
into a stream of hungry eyes
that runs down the mountainside
a flock of birds can put you to sleep
so count sheep like you count rainbows
set your alarm to wake you
for as you sleep in the stables
your eyes water like fables
excuse our greasy undulations
these dreams are capable
of transforming your life into a parable
will you embark on a quest with me
i want to see the end of the world
will you fight dragons and ***** through the valleys
looking for wrong deeds to right
love is a prism, it reflects your longing
for god is the rainbow that is never boring
a haiku is structured out of a rhythm
so ancient it contemplates itself
so you are able to penetrate
through silence into existential glory
excelling at life is complicated
if success is defined
solely by what you know best

I ascend in perfect lines of symmetry
the rhythm on time
like the metronome’s dichotomy
what a way to die
surrounded by smiling women
i lie on the grass and let my last breath escape
into the atmosphere
round like a crystal ball
i swirl in all the colors of the spectrum
i am a dolphin
slipping through the luminous membrane of space
into the divide between
my inner and outer realities
one heart pulses
two simultaneous reflections of consciousness
occurring in the same location
am i observing or becoming
someone ought to figure this out
before the wind blows the roof off this building
I am spontaneously ascending
bending through the nonsense
heaven is waiting for you to enter
and give you shelter from the storm
would you trade
the warmest place on Earth
for the shortest day on Venus
the Moon’s shadow is spurned by her lover
our minds feel their own gravity
target practice is indifferent to your feelings
still we are healing from our tragedies
one calamity after another
until we discover we are all one family
what a monumental occasion
this moment’s grace is unparalleled
by any other
what is happening
is this a part of my reality
or did i transgress someone’s authority
if i believe in love
will all the efforts to deny it be worthless

Serpent waterfalls cascading silence
Pisces wept for all ages and sirens
Singing sweet they surround this island
Until watery giants rose from tiny eyelids
Drink this fragrant cup of resonant mind-scent
Freely given for all whom I sent
To remind me of the living descent
We all must pass through embodied or absent

awaken for half a second, a minute, a century
the five-lettered name is etched upon your blood
a pentagram of love drowning in the fiery heavens
swallow the tear shaped seeds one by one
until a labyrinth of beauty blossoms in your soul
breathe in the fragrance of the word
breathe in the fragrance of the flowery worlds
purposefully place the rotting pentacle
upon the altar of the SUN
dip the hem of your dress in the cooling waters of the moon
and it will turn the color of hummingbird wings
dream of nighttime's golden apples
blooming in forgotten orchards in the spring
awaken for half a second, a minute, a century