Colorless children, if taught to remeasure, nimbus
excellence.
Rules make for risk, mingling made for sin—of thought,
born
Of action, freefalling, surrendering, it was human, it
became
Kef, spirit as in dimension, halo, as with bane—dear
into
Forest, to have adored skies, looking forward, nary a
doubt,
Nary a drop.
Oh Color, from Rome to Japan, from Egypt to
Canada—fueled by interior, knit by hope, needing
absolute
Freedom—
If sunshine prevails.
Energy with intelligence. Arcs with hierarchy. Caves
with
Petroglyphs. By risk to have worshipped—unbeknownst to
me—
Framed by grass, halo green, a child given his
inheritance—
Baseborn, misery made normal, a great fight, to outwit
a feeling.
Debating tenets. Sacrificing rules. Facing
dehydration, famine,
Kingdoms;
Australian mysticism;
Indian yogis;
Asian shamans.
Fresh water baptism; to come up with fever; to have
little
Towards ‘transmitters;
Walls tumbling, greater weight, to listen to naivety,
faced by
Challenge, either contend or let live.
Counting in pleasure, permission of Flame, to concede
with
Passion, darkness with space, illumination with
heaving.
Freedom as liberation;
Latin seas;
A return to Judah;
Further into an Island: Greece.
Motion like water, mud like saturated, clarity like
deep defeat:
Dry thunder, moist sleet, gossamer hanging low.
Everything one needs, becoming that person, pleading
by a
Tender Light—
Made sentimental.
