I did not hide behind the stairway.
Nor did the doors cover anything within.
Nor were useless casement lights
the path of unfortunate dreams.
That about the besprinkled sounds
there is a day for sea over gold to take hold
of for the eye to behold.
And the stones pea light is breaking into the night.
To my deep good listener who says;
"As purposeful as throughout of light and frost."
As depths were posited I was able to listen and said, "thanks."
And as I carried out a list of embodiments, characteristics,
and special things.
The light is coming in yet the whole appearance of the room is
produced of furniture coverings and other works and feelings
that became apparent as in this space light unfolds,
meanings unfold, a stretch of upholstery, a curious somewhere or
as an apple fementing in some corner.
"Who was there or did I throw it?"
An outlook replies:
"Days where I drew from and drained
the releasing of sea drama.
That I find that when I came to many of coleus
and various plants by the heart of where
I looked out into the place of sands and seas.
The sea drama of the simple red and sigh
is the depths frequent loess and planting materials."
And of upholstery do not be so concerned.
And of wind for many days not so inclusive.
And somewhere as incomprehensible.