Handy in 2077 Print

wander the furrowed field of words the farmer is the mind going along through memories or recollections all of them invented in one way or the other then bound to the exertion of the task just like bull bound to the yoke and metal blade dreaming thoughts and earth both ripped and flipped showing the other side then following of a filling and then gathering then burning the ground will be gone over again trodden torn open then planted anew real and imagined seasons overhead underneath quickening phases of life and death more strain more images and imagining lines like furrows cut on the page and then a rest when the hands rest sigh be still and take it in observe all around like any tiller will do from time to time see how it never changes from a point of view but freedom is at here plowed or not and the earth lays so serene uncut if only we could be more like ponds steams rivers lakes or the sky so thinking goes --- CM Evans