the rain falls in early June
on the green prairie
that must somewhere have a beginning

but the prairie if asked:
"where was your origin?"
wouldn't answer, not because it has no mouth to speak of or with

but because neither it nor any of us on it
have any idea
the question resembles "what is zero minus zero"

some places when you're there
make a point of quietly and effortlessly erasing
all that preceded them

when we emerge from these places
we find that they have congealed around a point
somewhere in our thoughts

and the point resembles a stone
with rippling or mottled colors
running from surface to core

do you want to know something
I think Destroyer's Trouble in Dreams
was an underrated record