The Next Activity

The next activity next next silent through the woods the woods thickening we trudge so far so far as our feet the thicket greens and prickly grass and thorns allow. the glass of life as a big wide bubble floats before our eyes not a mirage but almost I will to catch it then but then it will burst beyond the thicket woods whose roots into the sands of the nearby wide-extending shores around Earth's globe extend: kilometer on kilometer thicket on thicket grains that in the sun's glare melt and go: so let me here on this stranded beach long, long linear and circular simultaneous arms of vast bays here let me melt as sand on the beach to salt of Earth and then a posse of Satyrs in next night will come and pointing with a magic stick of theirs Call: Here he lies, the melted Poet Seer the salt of Earth.