Is done is spun for what was true, time fluxing tars wander far I did not know
I knew, now something cool softly dripping,      sparkle — through
as rainbow dew, ripple blue brews drunk by fools in late September
remember
a twisting center of trap doors, enter
held but bending, ah… waves are sending in twos
elephants fit on small spinning stools
a view — of somewheres I all once knew, a rising tide of fast coursing rivers
fall light,                                   from a height

Alright…

I do