Their tails coil in a field where there is no wind, br no sound, no breath. We call this nature, br long after it has died, risen as fields full of wheat br sown for no one. I could walk forever without you br so I will, but today you follow me, br serenade a secret tale in my long lost ear. br I have heard it before, have told this song br to go away and for you to never play it again. br Yet again you play, so I must listen, br you give me no choice so I deliriously obey. br Such is life, I am told how creatures multiply br in a field of my imagining. Their shrieks bathed in moonlight br again and again and again. For this, all this, br I do not sleep. Have been told to count br what I do not see. I am counting intangibles br for you here, and I there.