one_morning mon oh it is a sad affair one morning i was dreaming when by the green edge of the field i tied a string of braided grass to a fence post fallen to the dry locks of my hair i tied the leaves around the slivers under and over the warped beam i tried to make a knot so fine i pulled it snug and wound it tight i tried i tied but i couldn't keep it strong undone by the wind beguiling the grass with my teeth and toes i clawed eyes fastened to hold on but swiftly too quickly the fibres frayed and the rope from my hand it was flung taken unmistakably broken gone to where all the lost things go and so was i lifted up carried over thrown into a far off sky a shadow wild a summer rain for a season i was a satelite caught in the haze a stardust storm blinking light in the dark air i fell into a midnight eye my name given unidentified 040111 ... mon *satellite 040111 ... mon oh it is a sad affair one morning i was dreaming when by the morning light i rose trying to stop the wind like a wall but instead became a fence post fallen 040111 what's it to you? who go blather from