I br br all was in flight br wild geese in the sky br snow from the sky flying br rivers hastening to the sea br and waves from the midsea br hastening to the shore br br horses running from a fence br fences running from the ground br ground fleeing from the sky br and the sky was filled with flying stars br and suns innumerable br br daisies springing from the grass br pines fleeing up the mountainside br even the mountain was in flight br less swift than southward geese br or rivers in the spring br less swift than these but fleeing still br stone upon stone scraping in slow erosion br gravel grinding into dust and fleeing before the wind br br II br br all was in flight br even from a distance I br my flight was faster than a fleeing cloud br I only knew the wind was there br swift and imperious and proud br sharper than fine steel br br III br br so shall I ever flee br swifter yet swifter br until the speed is such br my spirit shall enkindle with the wind br and then br a brown and crackled leaf I'll fall br my flesh to shrivel into mould br my blood to mingle with the seeping rain br and all my body's flight become a strange returnbr br Bravig Imbsbr br