Another Vessel as the Earth

There is no lake here, just the ocean.

Doff my hat to the crowd.

The church swoons like sound.

I don’t know the church.

I don’t know a thorny bramble.

The noise did find a way.

I’ve never met the mountain.

I haven’t read the almanac.

The year has stilled to day.

I am a tree too hollow to cut.

The axe has stilled today.

I take the time to make no use.

I used to time and take.

I stand on the tile of a temple.

And still at the shore of a bay.

There is no lake here, just the ocean.

There is no ocean, just the lake.