her moves in the sky etc
now listen
in the askance a story unclouds
a Japanese fisher
what could he fish upwards
gazing down there Take Kakuzo
it comes from above
envisioning cows of the deep
we are beset by the pressing sky
Brother Lustig at the lake laughing
the Devil in his knapsack
you are furled in your stockpot
little yellow-winged cowman
until the cows come home to roost
three elements you may count
East/Sky/Cow
these are future/present/past
as lantern as pond imps
gathered upon you
a slow dream of sinking
in a lake with a small island
reaching down the inking
into the highland
catch now these blue oranges
which here I toss
see uproaring they spark and shout
under your hide of sparks
dance aloft then oh good grief
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