thing

The spirit wanders, seeking
bed, a galaxy of dreams
Wine bestows wealth of
heavenly food,
knowledge, dear life
I feel better now than
when I did later

This thing, time

call me tomorrow, O
mountain, call me

light of day, music of
sun, sometimes dark, sometimes
late, often, often
blinding

Asleep on a hill, dawn dreams
laughter, orange laughter and
smiles, cool rain, cool
echoes in vacuum, full

Time, this thing

The mountain awakes me, full
of wine, me
Earth swallows death, I
hear her hollow breath, I
see

wish to make love
to fog

A thing, this time