You can walk by such a place, where the stretched tissue of a field is humid,

thrumming with beloved matter

flora, fauna, fleshy nature, apple tree leaf carrion

Remember, then?

How the sap wept golden?

citrus setting

sun

The soothsayers have withdrawn for

Winter is what autumn knew would happen.

You feel no ghost here, only a soporific chorus, chanting:

let us have peace.

the shattered head answers back:

and I believed I was loved, (I believed I loved)

A wild patience has taken me this far --

the length of daylight,

This Far North, wild wild beyond-ism