Among the world addressed
Mixed between and with a thousand thoughts
Of shades of green and subtle snows
There lies this moment tightly held
This single instance blindly felt
Among the veils of multifarous sounds and smells,
And childish names of things
In vision seen.
But, may there be a time to know
The wilder thing
That runs the mind away
In all directions
Gone.
And gone … And gone,
Quite flown away along
A known unconcentrated way
Of glimmers gleamed
Widely met across the manyway
That floats the mind into a trance composed
Of worlds unrecognised and faintly seen
Gleaned inside those yellow throes
Of candle light,
And
Not linked in any formulated way
That can be proved upon,
Upon,
Upon, Upon …
Exploding magic whisking up the world
Into a shapeless aftermath of thoughts of bombs
Are blowning slow motion mushrooms of the land
And I
Eaten of it
see into this wilderness of things
Completely estranged from schools of thought
and things
that make it safe to live
In feed upon the fruits of cultivated minds,
Each one carefully watered
Down the channels dug
And hacked among dusty tomes of sanity
… and sanitary schools
Thrown up by local governments
… and things …
too large to understand
About.
For what can be done to make a grip
With unreality wire fenced to the point of infinite vee
Which is my birth on powdered milk
And processed foods
Of mind,
Now that the fence is swept away in tangled irony?
No longer is the world of simple things
Which seem quite separate entities
Created only for themselves and me to be.
No.
The view I see loops up on disappearing sight
Towards an indefinite sky
And lies among a colour of
I no longer know to name,
While the child I bred
Is lost below a well of blood
To dark of deep and red to have a name of mine,
And the green fields of single blades of grass
Grow in size to fill my eyes with single flickers of green
Completely blinding out the sight of what I’ve seen
To leave me found in wilderness
me
Among the world addressed.
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