Description of a field (no remains)

I was there inside

inside of an outside field

empty and deepen into 

some sort of wounded land

across from me the sea

in the shape of an ocean with names in each wave

apart and dark that place 

sometimes in the sound of the branches crashing your voice consoling the walk

in a frequency sharp and tuned 

the roar of a soul

no man 

no woman

entire and vast the sea

across and deepen 

the cycling of the leaves falling 

thought me there 

and in my own line the many

of stillness the main imperceptible door

there is the possibility and the substance to be

I was there 

and in golden red words engraved

that will be 

there 

and only there will stay 

since no more is the land 

no more is the name

many leaves 

and many lines to draw across the field

there is no ocean 

and there are no names.

I was. 

by The Shortfellow

New York City

08/02/16