You have to make sure that the eyes
when you are a parade in the air.
Below the plant is wild and the
leaves rise over my childhood.
You can reach out with what you had
towards the right time.
We must let it pass like the moment yesterday
and look up and beyond ourselves. I look out
between the trees. Yet another depth in you
among juncus. None of us are visible to anyone
other than those claiming that what's over us is ink.
The thought is right in front of me in the pure form.
Visualized, there is nothing else to achieve
than the golden streets.
You can stretch your distance
towards the next point.
Realized as a civilized person.
Your next step is white.