the field running into the field 
its round edge I am running into 
the curve has opened something 
in me the field went running 
I found a tongue at the end 
of things a saint with a tongue 
at the end of things the way 
the creature articulated I had to 
keep forward my eye had two 
shells in it there was a creature 
with its tongue come off I could be 
relentless I could be a field running 
at the edge of it my bird looking closely 
for the coolness of it I could wait