the dawn reveals a stirless wheatfield at ease
a dark yellow sea is hurled by a light breeze
sunrise is fading the night into morning
the first beams arrive, and the darkness is turning
beset by nameless forces, surrounding shameless voices

enormous spaces seem to be vacant
ancient soils developing blankets
in drops, water melts the arid ground
primal impulses are reshaping the sound
beset by nameless forces

the nature of things is whet by the rain
grinding cultures, destroying the gain
oxygen is the first aspect of desires
desires wear form where shadows can shine
beset by nameless forces

beyond the cirrus dwells the moonlight
while poplars suggest some notions of life
winds paddle in the setteled formation
and the clouds recreate their own incarnation
beset by nameless forces