Text Box: Gullsqueaks when the mesh With consciousness Releases walking sounds Completely muffled by the sea and back The chirping and the rubbery Tall tones keep swallowing The flat screen of the sky And we keep stretching one leg And the next until the tidy afternoon Moves on into another Part of day and thought Is ratcheted toward evening. There are reasons to abandon What was planned next from which To measure and to practically adore What has seemed careful / copious / permitted.