a taste of root beer , some
other memory ( a flag to
a country i am no citizen of
-- a fabric sewn ahead of the plan
the weaver does not approve + returns
to unravel and reconstruct a vision
of a lost world , a broken arch << [ drawkcab ro ,
, a somewhere abandoned by even the air
) when the wind is dead , remember ,
all you were hearing was the leaves
along the threads of the sky