Out passed the edges

Out on the edges, passed the fences and hedges, passed the end of the line where the train loops the track

Where the sounds of machines, of the cities and means of survival and restlessness cease and desist, passed the last booted footprint, the shod and the softened where the dense and the wide open prairie are laid

Through this will we wander to mountains and seas, picking the fruit of the ground and the trees, to bear the cold winds or stick to the shade, to adapt once again to what nature is made

Then hardened and flexible, cat sleek and tight… then we’ll work

To know our smells, the Fox from the Hare

To read the seventeen clouds

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