Listen!
THE WAY feet on the way that flutters before us bends descents and arrowing a kind of script laid over the land predicting the soul's trudge through the world in the meadows flowers loom and disappear working working with their knowledge held high distant all around ancient ridges whose whole population of trees holds shade across their sides one way leads to another going on off somewhere burrowing where burrowing is necessary and arched when need be all the ways we have tremble through a world that itself trembles hills streams fields that mark a pattern of vibration over time slow time itself a wave