Before the silent gaze
Took me into formless mazes,
A thought was born
And I took open the smallest
Smile,
Under oak trees with grandoise
Flare that shade
Had made undet the burning
Of my calloused mind,
The insanity took A moment
To greet me into the brisk
Warm hill country sun.

I am and that is all.
I take peace in this, my soul
It seems is at the beginning
Where the children are steady
And the pale face of death smiles
Understanding
I was here among the tombstone
Of politics long since repeated.