[Laura Reeder] …feed the birds.
( Jenn laughs ) [Bob] Alright, half step back.
[Laura] Sorry. Half step to the left? [Child] What’s she got?
[Laura] She’s got what you’ve got. I went and got her… [Laura Reeder] I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain’d, I turn and look at them long and long. [Laura] They do not sweat and whine about their condition, [Laura] They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, No one is dissatisfied, no one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth. So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession. [Laura] Thank you.
[Laura] Thank you.
[Laura] Thanks. [Laura] I wonder where they get those tokens. Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them? ( light music over whirring of circular saw ) [Brandon Reeder] Myself moving forward then and now and forever, [Brandon] Gathering and showing more always and with velocity, [Brandon] Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them, [Brandon] Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms. [Brandon] A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, [Brandon] Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, [Brandon] Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving. His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him, [Brandon] His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure as we race around and return. [Brandon] I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion, [Brandon] Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them? [Brandon] Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you.