1. THE MARSH

No humans here
In this place
So full of life
Yet misanthropic
The marsh
A new breath
For the breather
A new taste
For old flesh
Fumes over the waters
Crickets and frogs...
Cranes strut so ghastly

No humans there
Where my wheels and legs
Take me
The road in the night
Is a tunnel to a dreamland
Midnight forests smell with a new life
For a struggled one
Fumes over the treetops
The night had risen
And old owls still learn from the stars...

Old owls learn from the stars...