Lunar Jump Fantastic

What have you find that

is making heads turn around

with the flow, with spirit

What is it

that (at the crack

of dawn) finds itself in many rivers

aroused and white

and simple

How many magpies have

blown their whistle how

many soldiers have

surrendered their weapons

It makes me think some-

-thing is different in the language of the field

in front of hungry eyes.

I said, I see you and

I can not reach you

not at the elbow

not at the drop of a hat

not at the end of the day where I find myself

embedded

to air

and having white thoughts

conveyed

down or up

to whatever phase of the moon you are being taken to.