I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though,
Fall's leaves are redder than spring's flowers, have no pollen,
This is just a place: we go around, distanced,
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating,
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is,
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search
One failure on Top of another
By classicpoet
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though,
Fall's leaves are redder than spring's flowers, have no pollen,
This is just a place: we go around, distanced,
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating,
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is,
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search
One failure on Top of another
By classicpoet