the hanging basket that you cannot see

[sweetwater]

a tree has been assigned
to the beards of men gallant
and so true and brave

the turning of the century
marked by the bellows of feeling more
or less untrue

at least to say the knave once held two

this tree so large and spectacular
in the sunset

there now cast an eye

the sky the remembering the sky is falling through
spinning in the great expanse

the metaphor of life indeed big
to become and feel
the all in one the complete
and forever lasting
moment and refrain

the world is ... or at least for some it was

now
but it kept on moving

through forests and hills without portals
caves where the mind surfs through

the night in the ethos and argument
playing