Once again in the zizzy dialect he set out to park reality in our minds The stone houses of Treviso ancient pavings in summer heat Here the words track earth change all the way to the Geiger levels Barely able to believe it is coming to an end already Down where the rootworks feed grasses picking their moment to gush The radio waves muzzy and chattering their once in lifetime insistences We return to it his intuitions that in his way mutated into instructions Invitations invasions intimations that nature (word overused) gets us in turn Once again here in the surety language offers he gets us For whom Treviso is a day trip farmlands fallen castles canals More so where we are now this instant listening not only to solitary cicadas Or jazz from an outmoded sound machine in antipodean backyards at dusk Questions about ends and starts ...