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The page links writing, song, stream, and leaf into a short meditation on perception: the speaker notices beauty or identity only as it disappears from him.

The corrected transcript makes the poem much cleaner while preserving the source's odd spellings. Its movement is simple and elegiac: writing is song, listening requires a stream, and the leaf matters only once it goes under. The line And I am non:of what I see makes the speaker's relation to vision feel estranged, so the final disappearance is both external and self-directed.

I did not write one second that was not a song. Never listened unless it was a stream, never cared about a leaf until it went under. Brief and shinning, they just went away from me.