Wander Länder with Thinning Frames
Arcadia through Abyss
To walk with the abbots
By another side of paradise
A parachute or an umbrella
Hence the river floats
Out of the slight unknowns
A jar of thousand tornstars
Falling into the place of realms
I see that I can not see
A herd that hears too much to bear
Amongst archipelagos
To write up an icy flame
[in the meantime, at Four Seasons…]
every moment a second
every seconds one moment
as the clockwork renews
each and every time
whence we hear the bell
from a overt composition
lunatic aviary complexes
completed before it's over
I wish I once had a wish
to travel through the garden
and behold circles of stars
I wish I wish they wish
every day's a century
every century anew
telling same old tales
within different shapes
light sojourns in waves
the rest are particles
I can no longer forget
so I forgot to forgive
By Aran Meredith
July 2021.