Futurefute

the water is sound asleep
      like a log
under the wound bridge

       the wind mills at full tilt
                    still stops
           perennial newly arrived

                     the days repeat form
induce sunrisings
                               a night's dose

like a stretch of lakes
     weighs volumes numbered
                             tome of line lime and loam

                                at one, repeater, one, repeater

 no bones lock up to pick
                       the maze retreats for storms

       that only require the right cloakage
                         to make tilled fields
                                         gilded

and rest off tomorrow, nowhere to be seen
             tail the fallow willow pillow
                                 the day after is a long gone memory too

hope is quite moot
                a knock on the tree opens roots
                      forged full in a gorge's gullet

                       beautiful attitudinal seabird wedded feet
                                I hear myself say "I'm over here" over there
                                                                                 like a local who fears no challenge


                                          if a hat dropped in the foreground
                                                                  then it would age a day of pins
         a traffic clone shows east

                                                  pacific ozone blue as a mock balloon
                               stitched stratigraph for the 5ht3 icesheet
                     sewn circus navigate keeper of cold beds

                          newborn nacre on a quarter plotted plant
                                           ha! the urbane of my existence
          pushing a promontory like a babe's career

the prettiest phase at the b&s ball
                    getting wrecked n shitfaced serious
                            miles from towncentre's nouse warming

to you - to you.