YouthObservation from the tower, looking back,I thought I understoodThe political consequences Of my timeBut I was not liberating the world, Just breaking the dysfunctional cycleOf my personal inheritance,Although I didn’t understand that at the time

I have read teacherswho reverberate teachers who reverberate teachers,I have listened to songs,In the tradition of songs in the tradition of older songs,I watch/follow thought/philosopherswho talk in spirals within spirals,I go out in the field in the morning,to talk to the awakened birdsin the breeze, announcing the turning of the earthbefore the glowIn the breeze,

Some jars have a history. Thinking the orange marmalade was from the Louise Ave. orange tree. That tree produced juice oranges that became many things over the years.

into the past, it is never forgotten, i just keep forgetting

neither day nor night, this smoke fed sight