I’m finding good in all these places
In quiet woods and hellbent races
It is all over & ever been, so I find
Each tatter and each thrown away: a mind
I think with. Reason. Become this season.
I can learn to be this matter over matter
Find a hollogram a truth with consciousness
Are we building ourselves each block and asking: is this the right one?
Have I found it now?
A party is brilliant. But I want a peace
So come to me quiet life. And find I am waiting with open lips