You are what your deep is
I walk the prairie that is open burnt. The seed
waits. The eye thinks. Cloud. Cloud. Sky.
I walk the field that is open broken.
The domain of the furrow. Such a prayer.
Cloud. Soil. The veil. Very strange. Those envelopes open.
The world changes. Teasing us for nothing.
And back home what does the elephant hanging
on the wall say? Do not end up like me.
Not everyone can be a guide.
Do you want to be a warning?