prominent fingers of trees a frail ochre fragility envelop the moon on grounds of passion orange leaves dilate the eminence of sundials at night whales whisper gentle a far off distance from which i have traveled i am alone here behind a shroud of elements and beginnings this is the one moment to which i have evolved it is indelibly brushed i shall lie in fields of nettle delicately close my eyes and prosper behind eyelids tranquil and still
