O you passer-by , you who passed me by on many days ,is wind still passing in your teeth gap or is it now blowing in the vast wild wastes of bush and country ?
My own circle is shrinking to a point. Will you be my tangent or an asymptote at my future infinity?
Are you laughing your wind out from your teeth gap? Is it whooshing as in the Khyber pass or has it reached the endless plains, to blow through bush and field?