And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead Spiral Jetty
i found a jetty of stone
and i'm standing on my own
the lake enclosed
(array away fills sky)
hovering over space and time
(streams on at once)
and i tread line
think twice
as i spiral through the (cold)
wet tide of stones
and what sueds the need of a man
weaving traces on the land like so many scars