she took a long cold look at me and smiled and gazed all over my arm she loves to see me get down to ground she hasn t time just to be with me her face between all she means to be to be extreme just to be extreme a broken pier on the wavy sea she wonders why for she wants to see but i got up and i stomped around and hid the piece where the trees touch the ground the end of truth that lay out the time spent lazing here on a painting green a mile or more in a foreign clime to see farther inside of me and looking high up into the sky i breathe as the water streams over me 