The Abandoned Fields

Incredible
How the daylight
The midnight
The fidelity
Of the sluggish vegetation
And all this hesitation
Of the lignified earth
Expresses anonymity
In one collected
And protected point
The ornaments of neural languages
The genuine appearance
Of geography
And pluvial depression
Diminishing the memory of nature
To an overgrown empty building
Disintegrated by despair
And covered with thе weight of time
Hung in the shadows
Pruning itsеlf
Of the migrant mattresses
Of an invisible population
There are the abandoned fields

The bulky
The inert
The enormous ovum
Of everyone recombined
In all possible ways
Dislodged by the useful infant
Marooned on Earth
The usual allegiances
Constitute the speaking truth
The would be dreams
The battered past
The insignificant details
Of an inactive time
The constant vigil of voices
Deserted volumes of air
Caressed into volumes of endless everywhere
Where what is know will remain
Unknowable
Evaporated flesh
Submerged by the shade
The sunlight across the water
The pale horizon
The elegant insects
Move through
The gutted floors
Across walls and ceilings