There’ll be none arid air I’ll let affect me

No multitasked error

I’ll allow to occlude the big sky´┐╝ destination I am

No other option exceeds the sugar sweet horizon brushing softly ‘gainst these shoulders

Sing what song of loyalty you will, for I watch your walk

These ears know perfect pitch

These feet know fertile ground


In the pitch
There the quiet
Calm you can know
No sound from the city
None murmur from high

Field there what is true
Sown once
Though weeds wouldst to strangle
Harvest virtue 
Storehouses to share