When, having showed you out, I sat
down at the table again, I kept going,
almost to the floor;
Funny the way everything seems to run in.
For example. It did not
feel like it was the
floor that I was headed toward. No.
It was only
the floor by accident, by
intervention;
as though otherwise, I might have existed in
entirely different terms. Of
illimitable landscapes. Ever-
broadening horizons.
And not just in terms, like this, of up, or down.
The melt-off water, in a
single vein, has
split the long drive, and outside,
and all around there is a great
rushing sound.
