Don’t need to think

Apples start to fall

and how much of the work has been done

in the veins of Earth

who has planned it all

Eons forehead

to live to die to born to live

to die to born

to live

Green veins pulsating

tearing apart from the strength and fullness

Don’ t need to think –

she said-

That everything is so easy

Sand is born

and sand is born

and stone thumps

and first frost behind the hill

however still so very close

Don’ t need to think that

writing through living

comes dull and doing the no job

’cause writing through living

is eons and eons longborn

it’s letters that pours fast

like milk