Strained Prayer for the Far Sighted

Spiders have no use if I have none
for them on this white
man is lost hey not lost go
she said grow your beard
long rubbing dream of grey
dragging low beneath the tide
the patron saint of Ready? Charge!
Is that somewhat ridiculable have
you got any spare change any
all change, changing
even anything but what
said promised she/he said hoped said
mountain with no name look!
How i am able
how i give thanks
every glancing with
purpose to I will uphold
liquid distances in there are my eyes
fish not tailing, still two going
into the away
where waves of wild remote
work and and on on a
rock under the force of sun
in the always position of
you know the sky
too busy to touch us, and yet
no-one loves The Moose
not because forgetting all the names
but forgotten paths to understanding
forgiveness
forgery
foreign
far away
frost.