16) training along

continual straightening the drifts our of passage, we ride somthing closer. weary thru the night, cool plane landing, a freshet of just a little moonlight. baroque in the excuse of tidings, too much season for one moment, and off we go again. to think of light as littler: so much for examples. when tired like these cards of explaining, driving the snowbound trees to the instant of distraction, we churn over the rewarded document. someone else dies on this night. this morning prepares another day. we've set beams to intention, striven to the waft of love, and meted out stakes of debate. known portions of the ever more look clearing, with moody dullness in the open field. come into this magnetic constant and settle the enquiry now. later will be too soon.