Evergreen

it was of the turmoil of the grass
that set loosely on high ends
reeling and unreeling wayward
the movement of unending records

of nights and lights so strong
no one was capable of seeing them
and it was through the progression
that regression of forward
was slowly turned around

with the reeling of the thread
unending pending
with the unreeling of the thread
unending visions
with the reeling of the thread
unending thoughts
with the unreeling of the thread
unending life