Tell me why do we obsess
for how do we control the blood
that runs through your veins
Let it flow like a brook across the sky
Dripping, drizzling, drifting and pouring
Plethora in abstention, a sequence of sacred events
But do not spoil the party for if ever you must know
Rather take heed in the rhythm, pulsate if you will
For there is movement in the drum, a subtle cadence in the words
metre, rhyme and timpani, associations of the heart
tempo and swing, a pattern of emotion, percussion to mark events
But oh how we sway, so let us forget and stand in verse without deliberation
Freedom in the soul, rambling, roaming, turning, roving
Peregrination in the traipse, ride it while you can
To conceive of stillness might be the death of you
but it is much to early to begin to rejoice
Limit consciousness, deny foreboding thought for it is right to pick up your feet
Step upon the green grass of marlin, in an effervescent swim, marking the manatee
in a seacoast that runs wild
For every bird brings a song for love and compassion, a simple tune
that relishes the earth, dense and moist a glorious peat
So let it cluster in multitude and in mass, a deluge for the downpour in mackerel
and in mud
Alluvion for the oil well, dry gravel, silt and sand
But whatever it may be, there is a texture, a density,
a make-up from which you can feel the air
So appreciate what you have for there is no crossroad, no popular or prime,
a progress, tide, wind, breeze, it comes and then it goes but the current is a mystery
Dispel the purpose, the spate or the proud, surplus for the plenitude,
merriment for the whales
Oozing, outpouring, continuity, course and travel, to the highest events,
the greatest peaks, miraculous excitement in a whirlwind
For this is what it is really all about, a headlong tornado, hasty hurricane,
an impulsive speedy mouse
Take it to the river and cry up on high, a sea of adventure is waiting just for you
Because there is no better game, a crafty wave, pluck, verve and vigor
spirited references for this life
A mean disingenuous forest, cunning and crazy like a fox
Bedroom shoes for imperfect, disconsolate blues, string time in the alley,
a slide trombone for my big sister Sally
for how do we control the blood
that runs through your veins
Let it flow like a brook across the sky
Dripping, drizzling, drifting and pouring
Plethora in abstention, a sequence of sacred events
But do not spoil the party for if ever you must know
Rather take heed in the rhythm, pulsate if you will
For there is movement in the drum, a subtle cadence in the words
metre, rhyme and timpani, associations of the heart
tempo and swing, a pattern of emotion, percussion to mark events
But oh how we sway, so let us forget and stand in verse without deliberation
Freedom in the soul, rambling, roaming, turning, roving
Peregrination in the traipse, ride it while you can
To conceive of stillness might be the death of you
but it is much to early to begin to rejoice
Limit consciousness, deny foreboding thought for it is right to pick up your feet
Step upon the green grass of marlin, in an effervescent swim, marking the manatee
in a seacoast that runs wild
For every bird brings a song for love and compassion, a simple tune
that relishes the earth, dense and moist a glorious peat
So let it cluster in multitude and in mass, a deluge for the downpour in mackerel
and in mud
Alluvion for the oil well, dry gravel, silt and sand
But whatever it may be, there is a texture, a density,
a make-up from which you can feel the air
So appreciate what you have for there is no crossroad, no popular or prime,
a progress, tide, wind, breeze, it comes and then it goes but the current is a mystery
Dispel the purpose, the spate or the proud, surplus for the plenitude,
merriment for the whales
Oozing, outpouring, continuity, course and travel, to the highest events,
the greatest peaks, miraculous excitement in a whirlwind
For this is what it is really all about, a headlong tornado, hasty hurricane,
an impulsive speedy mouse
Take it to the river and cry up on high, a sea of adventure is waiting just for you
Because there is no better game, a crafty wave, pluck, verve and vigor
spirited references for this life
A mean disingenuous forest, cunning and crazy like a fox
Bedroom shoes for imperfect, disconsolate blues, string time in the alley,
a slide trombone for my big sister Sally
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