Listen (W.I.P.)

Listen:
When this is ended, you will remember three things.

The first will come by accident
On a summer's day
You will be eating an orange in the shade
And the breeze will bring you
Memories of dancers
Of the heavy smells
And solemn mysteries.

I dreamt a world of cranes.
I flew among and over them
And though I could not see
To what purpose they swung and dipped,
I knew their work would never end
That what was to come
Could not surpass.

The fruit in your hands
Will become a sphere of my flesh,
And you will eat.