To invade, forget

how the difficulty of search
landscapes your projections.

A watcher describing wolf is
held in a woods. Unlike an outcry,

reason – that beggar of between –
has seen the last border 

address
your used wind. 

For you 

read from what is left. Be the call 
of the late mode… 

The proper…
The responsible.

We don’t understand, having ended, how

not to have.


from Sorry Was In The Woods “The Difficulty of Describing Trees”