WHO Evergreens, rough edged against sky— no longer green, in coming night, but black— night sounds of the hills gone to dark hum of city night & Thoth brought the city, its walls or laws, its linear glyphs sounding our thoughts & the thoughts weren’t there before. A climb forward & a fall back & a climb thing is, you can be a dumb brute or waken, uneasily out of sleep, waken & sense & feel & know & in that uneasy sensing be a dumb brute but with forgetfulness so your sudden discovery in the stream’s mirror startles a long moan aching in tree branches & your wild rolling eyes wonder at the sound.