Along the road they spill – crystals and squares, Arrogant in blocky rows. Their brazen angles state, "This space is owned by the Others, who are not you; Take your Being elsewhere, and other-how." Attention deflects, ricochets like wind, denied understanding Of all they contain , defend, and hide.
Trees are otherwise, and some other wisdom theirs;. With the wind, they have come to know Only learning to dance is great, And for this step, any being will do. "Dances go step by step", the trees allow; Down a longer road, in a different time, demanding Less thought to who is in, and who outside.