An Animal In Confinement

For every minute that she had count The days dimmed beyond the trees She spoke of bloomings and lily seeds For the deer beyond was not on mount The day forward was paramount Above the clouds appeared gusty The day beyond was foreseen She could not speak of her account Drinking from thy decayed spout Drowning myself in the motionless vision Escaping from this enclosure Leaving this den with precision Taking my steps on the clovers The day I saw was envisioned Just an illusion caused by overexposure