GENERATIONS Copyright (C) 1997 by Not Nice Music
II. A COLLECTION OF OBSCURITY by Edwin M. Drogin

34. Sum

In the wailing night
	Wandering amid the dawn mist
		Encroached by censured winds
To sense a sensual vein
	A hardly touched creeping away
		Lit by a star fire and scarred with dust.
	A man's wit in a storm carved gorge
		With a light painted sky and the air's twinkle.
			Water sounds and wind's moan to go on forever.

				To be here in conceit. A life's pride
			Directed action belying a jumbled sea
		Waves capped by a whimsied wind.

			To be here and around. To direct and obey.
		A little bit of unbottled nothing with a willful way.