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

43. Four Seasons

	There are four seasons in a life trick in a section of
the infinitesimal. They are nothing to something. But, the sun is
a something to half child-man who you were. The mind trick helps to
trick itself. It explains nothing.

		Summer

	Summer existed. The sun threw leave prints wavering on white
crackled cement. Sidewalks containing feet, shod in cloth and low heels.
And motion was an alien part of a scene which favored silence,
and arrest. But life is a hot, humming thing, which moves against the
scene, destroys moods, and builds. Always builds. One building was
a mind. Strange thing, which would analyze itself and its context.
And it was there. A half child-man against the tree trunk. Moisture,
from which life sprang, glistening on it. Periodically wiped
by appendages called hands with the aid of a cloth. Strange, wise
thing, called life. Aware of nothing but everything it counted itself
worthwhile to be aware of. Aware of nothing.
	And you were once against that tree trunk. And you are still and
once aware and hot and hummed by the sun. Casting your own shadow.
And measured by you the shadow's importance did not exist. But
the shadow existed and it was by the sun.
	And you were cast by the sun and play sun by casting.
	And the dark cools. But life slows, a dormant rhythm, and
shivers. Summer existed. No other season.

		Spring

	Spring played life. And you were the end and means. Life
glowed and puffed its importance. But Spring played and life
is an excited nothing which repeats. Spring repeats. You walked
on civilization's earth corset. And life has eyes which see
everything but everything is what can be seen. You saw nothing.
Other life is the form of feet and legs and dress and cloth and
ground earth and rock and the eyes trick called color. You were
Spring. Spring played life.
	You called repeating a miracle. But, repeat is not start.
Again the sun, promising, closing, not playing. You lived, half
child-man, once. But, the sun lived and the repeating was the
suns repeating. Some day yours, playing life.

		Fall

	Fall was learning. Life is aware. Aware of nothing, but Fall is
learning. Fall is a teacher and a dier. Fall is an end. The sun retreats
and fall is left to teach. Brick upon brick and glass and wall which
leads to a retreat. And words. A mind trick. Life creating mind
to trick life. And a door. the hall, the metal, the classroom.
White chalk, which is color, a trick by life on mind, on a black
board. Fall was learning.

	Winter

	Winter kept you. Winter held life to a crawl in a scene which
cries for movement. But life is the sun is the season which is
not winter. Winter kept and cooled and killed. Winter kept you.
Half child-man, winter loved you. For love is a trick of life which
is the sun which went away and left winter to be love. And winter
can be a blanket of white and wet and covering the cement walk and the
bare trees and the tops which are life created. Roofs and spires and
Trees. Winter kept you still. Winter helped the mind trick-thinking.
And you thought about everything which is nothing. So winter is
a death. The sun retreats and the mind trick of life helps death.
	The sun is an absence for winter. Winter kept you.