WITH USUALL RHYMES

A win of a way - all clear.

A wind - ran into - of despair.

A window - to somewhere.

That's yellow furniture of the fall.

Close your face - "Open your eyes" - Close your soul.

Here you are.

It's the becoming of absolute life.

It's not far.

Look around. Where do you drive

all this weight of your thoughts?

Follow yourself.

Step by step. Don't mind shelf

ice. - "Don't dim your eyes" - what's

a nasty weather today!

Isn't it so?

Never stay.

Go.

Never speak "to the better". There's just

"the farther". And Grace

is the continuation of a way.

Be the passing-note from any Past

to any Future. And if you're in a maze -

think your every day your M-day.