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.