3060. PERHAPS IN BETWEEN THEM, LIVING IN A DREAM THEN.

PERHAPS IN BETWEEN THEM,
LIVING IN A DREAM THEN
(April)
All the things we seem to have found
are somehow still here, yet time better
defines them passing. The sky, like a
soup, covers deeply the most defining
edges. Shapes and forms together
avoid reason and names. Avoidance
can no more advance then can dead
landscape and dormant flower.
Everything has possibilities now,
and we will start out again.