Lake shed.

I have been asleep for so long where

Mosses drench the brush--

Their sopping residues cotton the shade lying

Beneath me as

I am upon them:

Meanwhile,

Or eternally, an orbital task is asked of circles on the lake waters

Just once, and is

Expected and expected

And stalked,

Not so

Much as many times or often,

The surface storms, but when the

Equidistance returns

And the mirror is gradually, confidently

Retroubled.