Seek forth, none but the words unexplained;
sealing off the call of great relationships swallowed,
becoming whole the abandoned gift rewrapped
& sold to the docks of countless bays, was I alone
or just the overbearing reach of a forgotten past?
Morally copable with the sweat from my brow,
swimming the depths of a no-image I can deem
but I was such a poetic thought back when;
I'm some highway veil now.
Shall I find, leaping backwards, against the windowsill
striking naked against my clothed enclosed mind?
Too blind to hear the Life's great distant thrill
bounding too close, knowing no doubt it's right
but to hear the gentle winds raising me for the clouds,
I speak the mystery uncurtained, prevailing whole
the curtain-shades sweeping up sour tears that flow;
passed-far beyond the meaning of a happiness doused.
But I was such a poetic thought back when;
I'm the highway veil now.
Imitation's moot, as for the statues idolized
far past contempt half-rewritten through history,
hated Generation's deceiving themselves without means
to raise above the fallen rivers slowly to die.
Condemning slight the frightened, answering without
much the dishonest treacherous universes toiling,
I can discover no great reason within myself allowed,
but I'm such a poetic thought to become;
as the highway veil I am now.
Love me now, forsake me I deem to you who sees;
that no guardian with a wall sings empty-handed dimes,
defying Time as enemy/with-holding truth as memory
& to birth a regenerated acoustic string I could cry loud,
for me to see without Freedom to fight for,
but can anyone define these terms, to me, just words?
But I was such a poetic thought back when;
I'm the highway veil now.
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