I Am Going to Get Away Awhile
I'm going to take my shadow and release it to the parent wind, inherent wind,
I'm going to take my leisure and be swilled with it
In clear young glasses to be seen and to facilitate all seeing
I am going to repair my progress all in one fell motorcade,
To lift the seashell to apparent darkness and return to young green
everlasting grass stains
I am going to rehearse until performance is irrelevant
I am going to be a butterfly, to seem one, to release myself from every fear
I am going to be less of a professional integrity machine
I am going to be more of one
I am going to relax
I am going to become an entity massaged by you and by my gentle off-day
penitence
I am going to be noble and delivered dried
I will release the atmosphere from its contingent darkness
I am going to be pals with semaphore and sign to you my least new love
I will read a long book that takes place in fuddy-duddy country with people
overdressed
And never overdrawn
I am going to become somebody else awhile
I am going to have earned income really work for me
I am going to depart these premises awhile and not be powerful
I am going to be smitten by a self I've never known
I naturally will institute a pressure cooker atmosphere
And let it fly from here
And let nobility be painted wan
And let the crying satisfied ephemera be as tall as glass panes
Shining color to the pavement or the lawn or sea
Hush
White tide sounds west
To cover and erase the land.
Soon there will be sand droplets
As smooth as needs kissed down
By wind gusts kind upon the rocks.
It will be summer for a lifetime,
And our dreams long
Will keep our waking minds
As good as snow,
Alert into the atmosphere
Of cherishing the answer
In a wave surging then
Smalling back into subtraction
Vested in the open mind.
Try to Have Been Rabelais
Try to Have Been Rabelais
Require of friends that they disperse
Within proximity of enemies
Vary your rehearsal time in time
To have been given trophies badges
Won the game of blind man's bluff
Go sway some fence warm kind of purview
Take time not fully yours
Weave the streets call out community
Be a fraction of the wave
plain
is ever to've curried flame
broiled unction a repeat
dream (methinks) often
tithing winnows a
way through plentifully
bountifully . . .
in time
be your own
sacrament, unveil
one threshold and
the next still
languishing
softly as atmospherically
detailed or smoldering
place
we {expanse} this is
our folding and unfolding
fluid optically rendered
optionally potent for
alignment so to say
a stream {not segment}
geo-
metric
swell not fallen
swifting to-
ward a long line
fervently dimensioned
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