I heard the jungle sweep;
So quiet of green in rolling sounds;
I heard the tempo moan just one alley down;
Into a dark I heard the stamp, of the first selfish me;
By pins and needles I hid so close to wisdom;
Like every shot in the dark, I thought it was good;
How with one shot it held me screaming;
In clouds over nature where -
the green – eats danger like a tipping seed;
covers all the dark;
I think it was - far from me;
The next of kin - open green with leaves.
From no strategy
like no stranger - were there clouds?
no simple men notice the dark kiss
goodbye of sacrifice;
The silence injecting shiver into my mind;
Why was your nature seeking at my door;
There is no eraser to the shakes of;
No towers above the knowing blue sky;
I’d be this simple person to play my piano on mad waters;
I’d run my art on my arms and through my hair;
I could pull all the stars by night through my veins a growing tear;
I could give my lips to boys in shapes shapeless;
To be no coward in victory;
Go into the whiteness of a mercury hush just be majestically unworthy;
Live in gold and sing and dance to kill the hush of your perfume;
Be quick - to sprint
To untangle my mind in design;
My lips pressed with wireless meaning;
Not be covered with blankets silent grief;
To face the speaking gripping on my face;
To hold on every night because it was worth it;
Moving --with oil in my joints;
One thousand - two thousand (I know it);
Underneath my shades of loving somebody;
I’d turn away - to never be -
The will - in faceless abstract.
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