I walk into the garden
Sit at the table
With my lemonade
Not a cloud in the sky
Blue, as far
As blue can ever be seen
Light is as light
As light ever can be
The notebook
Is not ideal
What with lines
Straight and horizontal
And so the verse
Takes on a dictatorial feel
Nietzsche himself
Could have taken over
Except that the sunlight
Would have been
Too much for him
In his condition
I myself though
Am in way better shape
Even finding a balance
In the geometric
