Wind spirits, will you shutter me? I am a thoughtless cloud Cream-colored, I disrupt And smash against indigoes To turn blue pale Like the betweenness of these hills. My reclusion- but a weed In twisted forests With unknown remedies (We shall cure bewilderment). Ahead of time and spaces Between the vivid stars That stare, frozen From the palms of God, I look And question their existence, And in the end We turn unusually real. You, wind spirits, will you Drag me with your gusts of flight Like a light silk of sadness For the blind child to touch And close his eyes. Be silent now. They weep to wrap the dying with this thread. Beyond the rivers deep, Beyond the me, the infinite, the restless