FIVE II touching you i say(it being Spring and night)“let us go a very little beyond the last road—there’s something to be found” and smiling you answer“everything turns into something else,and slips away.... (these leaves are Thingish with moondrool and i’m ever so very little afraid”) i say “along this particular road the moon if you’ll notice follows us like a big yellow dog. You don’t believe? look back.(Along the sand behind us,a big yellow dog that’s....now it’s red a big red dog that may be owed by who knows) only turn a little your. so. And there’s the moon, there is something faithful and mad”