SEAGULL

Even this seagull over land against a grey sky  
This cigarette in my hand is beautiful  
For you made this world for me  
This nettled path  
This wording don't go there  
And other signs  
The muddy pools in the tractor tracks  
The manure on the air  
The wind that holds me back  
Till the way became the world    
And the world the way  
   
The dark on light    
On a notepad of my dreams  
For all is just as it is  
And nothing is as it seems  
   
For this is it  
With no heaven to escape to  
Shall I dream your dreams here  
And mould a paradise from manure and mud  
And swallow the air you exhale  
Sculpted in the light of my sight  
Pooling your sweat in my navel
Seeking you in the space between the stars  
   
But most of all    
   
Be happy here  
Another thing  
Among ten thousand things you hold dear