At that picture, We have found none

thereabouts

never done

stops shows now forever search, on a page

together stones

something crumbling, I'm gonna shine it on Thoughts saw something everything

giving it a whirlwind

needing sometime to inspire of not yet gone

focas what does this mean

now you know not, goes on alot, back to see, echoes free from Springtime always over stomps

by and by can change inside

like at that themes parking in scenery made no connections

we have found none

earth & sky soil & toil forever will climb

time went on

gets into the dark around

so up high

so down below

as I sew'd patches is easy to do over it

the broken paths

That's floating my feet out

it's so gentle on a thing to miss you

buys the fruits its easy to be, they, the most best somehow

as I plow & hearth by now's

it's nice just to whisk it all away different places

the roof's up

don't pull the thread

shines to horizons to see

in the morning radiance then lo & behold ashore

moving through shapes kept

at your pace

horizontal lines flowing to & fro

into yellow corn husk, green's off enuff

if, bright time surprises

we find pieces prepares fields of light unwinds

stands all on strings inside lands

to leave it by & by went more & more

thru these steel tracks to somewhere

at that picture

we found none

earth & sky soil & toil forever will climb so high

they, the most best way, lefted behind, one time

now turning out a long line devine

saw heavy iron & wine & coal it's pouring outside to the core

saw dusty chambers

your transport

around we got glad & we made no connections

everso busy gathering up, muses, say, say, say asides

shines above, mostly all rises

buried lightly thereof us

grown on the freedom to enjoy, maybe it will

all's worn & tattered by

in a matter of fact

climbing upon so high

I'll get good enuff for them now often lost their stuff in mills a-yonder hills

some pretty words are roaming

I made & log'd off

into fire & water asides

how you've known, goes on a lot, so, echoes free, from, aways, aways, aways and always aways

by & by

walking displays alongside the river runs

to someplaces unknown

I recognized you

real high, sunshines under three dandelions we sat

can tame me on this lane

so in wells thru-out the dew of the entangled vines

the broken paths

the deep holes

had holes 

oh, how much can the dawn beholds

teaches me and damn it reaches for sounds

blessed poems of old & new luck

no limitations

no troubles

no disguises

no way

just realizes why's

I can feel it

thru these pains

is what I'm doing facing other storms passing over

goes by some unnoticing

it's just as well time heals hearts spinning spools

a project in lights beyond at that subject no-wheres

dreams anew

the world's here

remains for me & for you

I could take it

or leave it

I won't but tho' can

I don't because I"m here, you're here

of it my pen broke and I weren't not at all so sure it's

gots me times enough to cry out, Wherefore art thou?

I don't forget it

usually to the distant chases

in the morning radiance lo & behold ashore

the emptiness is full true

over there, stays, Wherefore art thou?

to side to side

painted, if you must, skies unclear blue, begins my foot falls thru

intriguing to me

endlessly heard

seems entangled threads

as wishes of this is nearly blind & shouting thru each horn

wanton worn inside my mind

hey, listen; really looks at the door

and, caresses a can on & on

you hears it right

I got the windows open & glass repair'd to go, how's that

a great cool open box living quietly underneath sounds first

oh, well, did it bring on moreso

or will it be, ah! What's ?

lost & found

or forsaken ago

does it better exist has excused

seen & beheld

been beneath it

when very intently

thinking anything afar across fields

remains for me

at that picture

we have found none

never done

stops shows now forever search on pages

together stones

something crumbling upon, I'm gonna shine it on something

giving it a whirlwind

needing sometime to inspire of not

now you know nothing, goes on alot, so, echoes go, left aways, aways, aways and always aways

by and by

at that subject

we have found none

earth & sky soil & toil forever search, on a page

together, poems sad

& others had it unseeable, too big for most shelves,
I shall drift into it outta nowhere.