should I hope you know me well tell me

O how is all a bell shaped plant blue

should I hope you know me

well tell me none

it gets drafty after dark

some places are all time

should I hope you know me

well tell me none

and my spots befell me not

I wore ruts on the floor

coats and hats where

book stands upon my head

readily at the last time

everything here is assigned

accordingly soft awaits

wild and rough

I can read the clouds

as well as one can

I'm done like that

post not so enthusiastic lately

although they do only go

knows it sees it gets through it

I got it alright now stay

I wrote it all outward

all wrong instead

yet their results is in here

one of a kind

afterglows disappears

O take me aback

to wide open streets of trees

in a bright long walk

on the curbs ahead

on nights gone off

sunshine left shade

in reflected artforms easy goes

I ought to be briefly

and knock it about

and kick it off

different ways

at my stomp pail and boots

what if ways I thought beats

to be of landscapes and lots

reflected and through me

hidden solitude higher

above further on

oh, make your middle mark up

if I wake up on this trip

becomes morning stays clear

to wade deep like a bird

across rivers

upon the skies

turns me up

same memories remote

outta times

on lines broke dropt

down to me

and how's about this note falling

feels worse today

O don't ask

where's tomorrow

our affinity's in here

that sparks in there

what's going on in here

it's beginning again

I rather be thus far

make your mark for

less than to be once

upon a well, a green hill

and is it all filled out

I'm wishing

and dreaming I could

get it together then

come homeward

Angels in the middle

Left and right

under the blazing

moonlight hills

to be any patches upon sands

a story now binds me

to behold your's always faces

mine's closer places

O how is all a bell shaped plant blue

grows outta a new wall

in the garden I dug up

looking-glasses small

I leave on my bike 

to hang upon grips as-like

easily before revives

is it all OK whence flows

it stops above

if moony be dreamy really roomy

O how is all a bell

should I hope you know me

well tell me

none whatever-so done

be by a flat sound inflated round

climbing out under

we restart it all now

stirring discarded white stones

what skips it aways

on dark waves

I cares, I feels without rungs

let it be a ring

let it be a ring 

let it ring

well this causes then

strangely over and over

but it's weird

I dug up 

looking-glasses small

so cool

sticks to hold

into a seashore breeze strikes

electric bikes

moving through me

my calm piano rolls on