Sometimes I am being like all thanking and thanking
like when I am in a field or looking at one
and sometimes I am looking at the fields of sea
and like thanking and thanking you for what is under
everything but darkness.
And when the goatskin is being empty
and I am inside my stomach swimming
in the red wine I am
also being like all thanking and thanking you
who hides behind the blue sky,
behind my aching
and then I am to lick my paw
and be thanking and thanking
because nothing tastes as good
or as bad.