can we hither...sure sure sure!
we stagger at the flame already lit.
we choke of the easy dance,
we break glimmering breads
knowing how to cook aflame.

can we yon?
yes.
canyon.

Yonder searching toward such small wooden
thing unable to conceive of such fatuous inedibles
Craving nothing but bread and tea, Coning already
coming waves and empty halls, coming upon a ladyship of the canyon, regal and foreign, separate apart from the fields

Yonder canyon comin' towardly of the Canyon Yonder.