Myself
and space
provided me with words.
Ingesting as quiet as is.
How some places can spread open
with the grounds and features that
continue into a field of sunlit nostalgia.
A feeling of release that from insight
as I pass through the
suns expansive way of describing serous shapes
how something not so near say:
"Nomads before me and behind me
with scupper awareness.
A drink that surrounds
with the main sail being torn."
A returning decision of the
volume of this serous shape.
Because the planet has watched
as quiet as is.
Oh this doesn't happen for speeches,
a wheel, a floating device.
A person discussing the symbols and meaning
for the function of buildings windows.
But as something further of heaven.
Because a person doing this, how has the
earth watched as quiet as is?
Therefore the volume of this serous shape is
quiet as is.