ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
ACROSS IN
air
sweeping
wings
over the hills
updraft smells
of dirt of rock
together as a turn
winds up thread
the flock bends
towards where
the hills run
down rivers
ruined ground splits
lakefloors coaldark
to go over all
a flying mind knows
is an ocean across
time and distance
voice for it
the higher winds'
breath
stars lead
without error
strokes pound
from the breast
breath-driven
daylight and dark
the mind follows
lakes like secrets
confirmed by
the next secret
mind
that airy thing
an ocean across
in a heartbeat