Agnes Martin

Wetten to work here seen against the sky sandscape sandbox silent

Alone mind unleashed mouth a close open cave stone breathe

Stone whiten away sharp sky edge dusk blend down dark self edge

Thrown aloft five birds little surface wind lettered and fettered

Distant sounds littered across thoughts sounds blanked pulled taut

Spun thunder then well spread encumbered better window bitter

Sun wind whispered winter went indigo wild wick lit wend home

Sleep-written swept sweetly remind here my mend here my mind

Hear sweep music slides fabric oceanic oh shine year light shine

Year come time ear tie signs and sing why think river open heart I

Cornflower cowslip field wind settled across year sound thrown

Settled to end hear whittled to wend—