Every time against a wall I hit

When every imagination loses its fit

Unscrambled into verse

Curse the riddles

I remain unspoken

Miles above the tense

You leave me shuffling in reverse

I plot around each vision

Make anew the dirt

Buy a stagnant plow

My earth it speaks

It leads only by suggestion

While my arms are raised in portion

Removed suddenly a fixture

Loses less time

Above my thoughts of reason

Dance a stubborn sky