Here’s what later surfaced as the original. I can’t help but notice what seem to be typos, but
who’s to say what’s right or wrong these days, what with all our modern ideas and…

I can’t wrap my mind around, though, how you guys could manage to hear this almost word for word, assuming it’s impossible to understand what it is all about even now with all the words here, on paper.


Time has up and risen slowly
Finite lorn and left hand low
Vantage point absurd and holy
See-saw sun and all below
Sickly sap sun soap sud clouds
Gather hopelessly all around
The darkly darkened hill a yonder
Traps the air with weightless sound
And what if any is the answer
For this sin to go unspent
Sow the seeds which spring and dance there
In the growing ground repent
Give me children or indeed
Nothing will i give to thee
Table gathered ghost will breathless
Grasp and fail and flow and flee
Mostly i long to see the corners
Of your lips fall and rise
Sauntering rising and in time
Though begign and resgned
Inverting and breaking like the break of tides
And laghter cures the winter
Rolling bones and eyes of grey
Laughters end and pass away