I catch you,
You catch me.
You frighten the fearless.
You call yesterday the future ones,
And tomorrow the yesterday ones
In a sacred place
That is called Nowhere.

We are a whole herd —
You’ll see no one.
The road is wide —
Fields and forests.
A runner on the spot
With legs, legless.
The blind sharp-eyed –
A monster of beauty.

Without edge or bounds
The timid brave.
A chain locked into a circle.
From linear nets
Beaten into a heap, drawn out,
The ungraspable seized
SPIRIT without explanation.