They came from fields already...

They came
from fields already sated with milky darkness
three of them or maybe two;
they merg with the contours of pines and melodies
and revolveed the pale afterglow of a somnolent firmament
into gusty wind.
I no longer behold them
if it were not that now read with difficulty:
You are here onward the 27th of July 1991
conscious
yet fearful;
record this point of time
note it down.
Time runs in you
falls into waters of unbeing
in which you will