Within a circle round I was walking around
when unexpectedly a person came
dancing to sound in strange surround
of whom I'm not quite sure of the name.
The howling billowing wind
blowing over those wanting of wont
striding behing telepathy of mind
chanting either hurried can or can't.
Lovers holding one another's hand
after praying at mass for a wind driven mast
leaving foorprints in seasand
commiserating passed past.
Gazing faithfully at the heaven
commemorating requems past
receiving what is given
at last relinquishing lost blast.
At the height of noon spooning an appetising tune
as man devours meat of beast
midyear June in reality watching a cartoon
that at the most could be doh least.
