Will you ever love the one behind your eye?
Promote your own voice?
Decide to restrain imitation?
Write the drops of the day,
Recall your trashed diaries.
Drifting in every direction
we flower, the ranges call-- permit the beach,
the earth, the islands.
Find the nature of sunshine,
not its reverberation--
for we evaporate like the morning
While dreaming the faraway road.
Do you feel blighted?
Tailgaters in a slow-motion hunt
Wander in a fog --time-bombs
Starry lamps light a lifetime or more
petty people of the cheesy moon
their flaw is a shelter
Wishing into the sky again
a necessary fact of life