jeffersonian

milky filled mouths wildly
wild, feral, these feral wild
milky fields over the western
shadow of the domed house
that will ever turn west away
from the tobacco harbors, and the
wide window, milky after
the iron of time passes
like a closing book, and the tobacco
harbors are alive still, and the norfolk
weather comes with large ships
and this is an old and wild land
and with milky eyes milky
feral eyes in the calflight fields,
this is the western part of
the older land, and the norfolk
tobacco harbors are still
alive, after time, and they are staring
across the sea and they are
stringing NONIMPORTATION
bolingbrokean billsofsale between
older ships, watching lockean
wild milky hunters stand bare
legged in the waters, oh

yes, this most personable
planet, yes, this most wide
river pushing
pushing west and on, this
domed fine house, milky and
watching the starry progression
and COUNTRY wide COUNTRY
thought lock the door locke the door
and come-in
through the open western wild milky

window
from the feral
fields