Insect dialogue clearly has escaped
The net of rhetoric
Yet, the natural world
Does speak to something
Epic dramas do appear
in flickering shadows
Birds do sing
Pure sound
I now know why
The Great Rivers Way is fixed
Down
It's all a sacred search
Thus written, I
formally nominate
For President
The empty space
above the green basin
Formed by the Chisos Mountains
But the spell
Can't be held
Or, as Heidegger quips
Living life
Is somewhat unfamiliar
to us all