this stone wall is squat beautiful
let's go over to the other field
we know o biosphere these sheep
carcasses decay as segments of your
sighs but still reek icky; you who has
cradled me seeded this mode of ick
as in my mother's womb, my mother
o it is so squat beautiful to know,
to own and turn in my hands this
experimental mode, you knew was just
for me and the way things go
