the catch of the wind
where the shoots of spring will bear stone & river we will forget who to forget this dance of an egret will watch over my night my wick of night
the catch of wind snaps us as being snow becoming the field of yellowed snow becoming what yellow used to be as snow when we talk of
strangeness, the glue and haste - when we arrive as trees as brothers & sisters the glue when the looks are blue & the boys and girls sit around the tunnel, adrift -
In the simple dumplings of war the gravy settles for groove, the master tells who what when & we play the peace toon, platoons are dispatched to calm nerves, dis
member from that play the peace toon, these simple simple dumplings of war - we will forget who to forget when we talk of strangeness, the glue and haste -