Thoughts, from only nowhere, come 

For any where is somewhere seen 

And could we see the where’s wherefrom 

our future thoughts will soon have been 

like travellers who roam the space 

of thought, we’d catch them in between 

their birth and here, that waiting place, 

the winter home, from which they spring 

in sequenced form, unbroken chase 

would end, with nets and rope we’d bring 

the humbled game to light, and some 

we’ll crush and some we’ll sing.

Jan 14 , 2012