There aren't shadows (Riverside picnic)

There aren't shadows, oh, SNOWMASTER...
would that I could... ...FITZGIBBON ( - - - - )
a snatch a pearl a hand a grab agent
Oreano, Carlotto, there are [ you? ]
(how can I say this? you're pregnant)
oregano
i have nutmeg
i have nutmint
we will understand someday
the ways of our ancestors
in time for us to burn


there are hands
big white black brown white hands
big black white huge smallstrong
the same hands
hands of tomorrow, hands of
some distant future. hands of
the ruminant; hands of the
small, belabored, the small, the chapped,
the skin overcoming the wilt; the ham
being simmered in the kitchen. We are
all just lovers here. This is our stream.