a great glowing intercession in the plains
you see or don't you see the bluebirds in black
crests the chipmunks walking down the vertical walls

not for worlds the sweetwater memory muddied goes
drifting in a comical posture cambering lazily
like the song the interminable song you arrive at

from the west descending out of woods or from Alpha
Centauri (passing through) a time warp (happy) then you reach
the way it goes through lumberlands and slumberlands
and numberlands and tumblerlands and bumblerlands and
cumberlands and dumberlands (you finish the conceit) oh

where you go from now on here on now reflects the oh
so Kilkenny obstreperation of this way you've gone
for so long cutting through the earth to reach the shore