angels of day
     mold white clay

credent times
     had the same minds

have you lost yours?
      saw mine by my soul

there i weaved my heart
      to see from miles

there my mother w(e)aves
      (it) back to me.

young days, id show her all id known
        her knowledge now
             comes in tow.

a wisp, a ghost twirls the clouds
      is it I or her's this be allowed?