Life comes and goes, they say.
A boy,
      whistling everyone to buy a newspaper...
       ... just enough for dinner, on the campfire.
..... becomes a man, with a house, a wife...& cold feelings.

The animals have heard god,
             ..... its why they do not speak.
Just eerie sounds, like musical voices. Mystic drums.

Who I was, had a heart for the new world.
A vision that one day, I'll live nature's dream.
Wash in the spiritless waterfall, on the warmest days.
Catch the sunlight with my hat, become heaven's puppet.

Who I am, has found an edge,
      ....& beneath,
         ..... was a civilization of nights and days alone
     strung together on a thread.