Whether

Fateful, fateful whether

Whether surfing surf, the withered peels

Peels of all dismantled hurts, huts

The stunning architecture fills with wind, wind

Wind, wind exterior laughs any anyway

An inner ear, serenity endures

But I hear trivial talk, talk

To challenge us to assess

Our limitations

I'll keep the sunscreen in mind

Downward folding peaceful, a visitor

And temporary thoughts about my

Allergies in order of

Importance and free-wheeling dreams

Blue gray firmly like all the toxic dust that lines the clouds

The angels spit down

The fences fall, the bridges crumble to letters

So that if I hear threatening words

That force us all to sustain

Those positions I'll bring my whiskey along