[ This is a poem of yet-unknown substance, but shortly its content will show forth its glory. It may become needful to read to the ending to fathom its import and savor its moment. ]
Over a field
Over a grown field
And over a mown field
A field of a bell which may ring from afar
Affinity afferent ably abroad
Fresh with hay, fresh with flowers
A mediant meadow to measure
Both over and under
Both in and around
Between behind beguiling before
For a field
Over a field
Under a field
So far afield I fell, feeling fed
Few findings had grown
Around a gown
To drown
Under an over and under an offering
A field
A blowing growing flower of fast falling meadows
A blossom, about a fine flower
Forever
Afield
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