Here is your Zen moment
O surgery O god O moment

Then again next of kin make no sorrow
for the ranging forest and the rattling? pin
so says the void

Of emptiness that liquid beautiful word
forfended by god and lover
Woo the woods the forecasted charm

Now the bath runs kettle drum and balanced payments
off the check of your birth
O son O daughter
daughter of my birth my hearse?

Hear hearken the bid the roam the