Walking solo

Who the hell can see forever?
Wild is the minute, clear is the sky,
A world of smell and sight drifts on by
Portals of discovery abound
All around this newfoundland: 
Flowers, vivid mesembryanthemums
From the Cape of Good Hope.
The all round invisibility of you
Distracts me from the flesh and blood ,
Of all these half-created, part-perceived,
Epiphanies of cloud and sky and sun
Enter the mind, as they fly from the eye -
I see the kippering sky rushing by
No time for you and no time for me
To grasp at these words , to cling to the sigh,
I inscape the day, for wild is the way.

◄ Subliminal

Shadows of a broken vessel ►


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