Why are you jaded like the stone
Sharp, jagged, and gleaming?
I come to you as an unsung man

a fallen warrior of convention.
A peculiar thing happened that you should remember:

A vision of a beautiful wheat field

A cabin there, Midwest, overcast past noon, with nothing around.

I know that it's mine

somehow just mine alone

The smell of sweet coffee on an electric stove pervades my senses.

I know this is for my nestling.

A tempest looms there, bringing a deep
painshot
and boars
and birds-of-prey

and mollusks

and
saffron.

This place will be gone unless you quit why.
Accept the royal we, act.

Cowardly in spite.

You need to leave, find my
field
find it my

friend

The storm that roams
roams on my feet

and lasts as long as

eternity
But my child cannot last so long – Sincerely,

David

(The name I never use)