live the way you want
In white, in paint too representative
Close at the end of distance the two Chose
To run, as in the time of the bee, seeking
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
The surge of swirling wind defines
So you can watch me watch uplifted snow
In the woods, close by,
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
Glimmering of light:
The pain of being born into matter.