Dipole

So long as a tone shall rise

Let the spokes revolve

And freeze in this field

What drives you to and from

Since you fragile thing

Despite the fresh leaves and blades turned

Or pages flipped and fabrics donned

Could never change this state

Rejoice or die

You may sit in a coffin of grass

Walk in that infinite field

Let new sounds do the change

I forgor

leaving my workplace in the air force for the last time

"goodbye have a good rest of your life"