Drifting

Which way to the mountain scape,

to folly,

to foundry

I have something about me

about you through me

in the middle tree

finding a wafer

nothing to or through to have it known

nothing spilled outside the rocket-foam

breath known

waiting with welcome

wavering

nothing out for the winter musk

out the structure

this one a tusk

torture

the tandem

through the fandom

if nothing for the bright-eyed bringing.