Here I am
Dancing in the wilderness.
This secret is clutched in my grasps.
I swing wildly with my right foot.
I pound slightly with my left foot.
They each sing the others’ praise.
The dust swirls with such high regard.
The long tail of wind directs beige perspective.
A mound forms beneath,
To the side,
And on the top of its side,
A cacophonoph approaches
I find the right swings under me,
The left swoops in front.
Perfect angles.
The head bows
A mighty retard.
I brush it inside and outside
I rise up.
Stir it with my toe.
Hand in air.
Now that, friend
Is a badge of despair.
I’m not sure who is following who now.
But, I sort of like it that way.
It’s the swirl, you see.
You got my message, I see.
It’s time to jump this train.
Back on its track.
Such airy lines.
Where did thus get thy knowledge?
Is it off to the hillside,
Where the sun breaks its boundaries and
Alights itself anew?
I have been there. With you.
Someday soon. We will be there
yet again.
I hope
This time
you bring more than a mighty arm.
Of vengeance and light.