Distracted, clear of deeper thought
No room for pure investigation
The ancients, the dust, the transference
The capture of the loss of loss
Of the loss of lost itself
In white space, in black space
In skyless skies and blank seas
Without horizons, and yes, landless
Deeper thought
To play with such a thing
A fine place for resurrection
Collect the pebbles and the leaves
There in our minds to create new landscapes
