I know that beyond the fence the stately grass rises, feral, and
Everything with it is feral.
Here in my lawn is the grand cornerstone I plow around.
Some time back it was the key to a wall. But it all
Fell back into the sea of things.
It was drowned in things.
To one side of where it vanished a pulmonescent
Bay of worry stands still.
To the opposite side of it
A way is there.
You must always remember you are a captive heart.