becomes larger as time moves on.
it started early, with greek poetry,
the radio, which played all day.

maybe
it was dark blue with a little red added.


lasted two weeks and still prominent.
much has happened since

the power house rears its head again,
pouring images down
like rain.


while gavin bryars plays
on and on
repeated.

look at each gentle place,
to keep in a pocket
of love,for that rainy
day, you do not go.

maybe we need to check our numbers at the end, see if one or more are missing.          count them carefully, one side then the other.it is all a pattern, that keeps us safely,        moves us
onward.

the voices rather quiet. we have had a lifetime
of listening, yet not understanding, really.


let us go forth and compare

an old story remembered
that warm afternoon while all were playing
relaxing
the hunted tried not to sleep
there