A patchy sod with grass and wild floret
Blue current spirals merging rocks and sand
White smokes and droplets dawn the valleyed land
Three puffs to lace the hazy mind forget
Cartwheel through time rolls back the wood roulette
Sweet martingale each step we take is grand
Through canyoned hills we surf yet where we strand
In shrouded waves we rest with teared duvet
Between the steep ravine swirls gleamy stream
Convening streams the withered fish shall spring
Under the dirge washed earth we search the verse
To cry the spell, entomb the doom that looms
In glassy mist the thirsted birch unearth
With doomy gloom the fumy shrooms abloom