Circling then gone.
the grass cushions me like prickley air matress.
it seems a magnet for words and warm.
if truelly I talk in sleep, I must converse about this place of invaluable lesson.
i'll sleep some. Half my life anyway,
whats the use if you are going to wake up more tired then when you began?
the sky ocean seems to grow shallow
as it nears the distant wind break.
the painters point is one he makes to himself.