Howsoever I quit
it will be magnificent.
Wherefore my capitulation?
I’m tired as shit
and also,
I don’t give any
that you think
my language archaic
or pretentious or
full of myself
Yes, obviously
full of myself
otherwise it, in all
its creaky Victorian clunk
wouldn’t be mine.
and if I don’t quit,
the naysayers be damned!
And you, naysayer,
put it there! without you,
I’d never have realized
how little I cared.
He moved across the forest They moved across the forest It moved across the forest moved across the forest elephantly. across the forest under the autumn star the azure trees the fruit of rippling way
that beauty shadows on the grass moon; hand; dance come alive, remember you, remembered reborn, we cannot sleep dreams have no answer but deep, close to the heart they say be seen, dream with one anot
The sun someday will be love again. The mountain someday will be sand. The land in the end will begin again, and flowers grow out of its hand. I remembered an ancient poem, held under the tongue of a