Stream languid reason from the South
Heave large sighs upon shores to the North
Curl up and nest with the fragile East
Rest your eys on the greenness of the West
For from there to here:
to back over there.
We stand like willows in the great winds very own- prairie of time.
Deceitfully mastering and mimicking
sounds that appear to make us whole
although we are not.
When what we are
is faithfully moving in orbit
around great fire
with rest of everybody else.