Flown on senders thought
abundant whimsy, call it loss!
Hurry forth the dragon of will
oh so cogent, bring the fire,
the mystic,
shatter the pallid glass of modernity
create a legend to swallow,
to drench, to gauge.
Away, swift, lend, be strong
dip on trees and cathedral through towns go gather your speed my hopeful infinity.
I saw the Indian boy run
down the underpass
he slipped from day to night,
that boy showed me we're all running, all slipping through an underpass moving from light to dark.
The slope chased him away, giggling at his unease,
forcing him to submit,
submission is a daily roast
its our common bond
that strange bullied boy and I.
Go strange in your ways
you carrier of the ebullient,
you giddier of my will,
go tumbling into maturity,
into obscurity.
I wonder if he's still running, abandoning structure
and just bellowing out his unease.
My future lays tightly coiled
it's in the dust of that boy,
that Indian so far from the warm,
so unsafe, so unknown,
so tormented by the brisk hand,
so bullied by the company.
I wish I could show like him
just run forever in a frieze of my nature.
