In a landscape flinted with crude invention
My heart clambers from a stretch of foul water
Growls mythos. Worries logos. Shivers rough.
Come here boy - bark. Good dog, good dog.
Loud snaps a crow stick dividing orchard mist
Faith is old fruitfulness to be partialy reset.
Outlines meander, summer whistles to autumn,
A Gomeran shepherd, a man of salt and echo.