After watching Mommartz's film
I had some more of wine
Contemplating the pretty solid
circle it describes
In a landscape crossed
with tractor trails and canals.
And with the atlas laid open
across the kitchen table
the snowfall appears slightly
different.
And the day has Silence written
all over it and invites questions
Remembering the unknown churches
and factory buildings,
the alcohol and the song,
the winter and the wretched
fish, the old age
The language that almost
entirely escapes me,
I, at least I hope, my dreams
dreams tonight will be of Eden
6.3.2006
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