The Journey

Elegy

The greatest passion:
The tiny room
Birth in the heart:
Death in the womb
Not to follow the clouds
Fly past the moon
Not to walk the swelling earth
Or run
Breathe cold air get older comb grey hair
Things denied my son

A woman touched me
And I healed
She in garments of suffering
Splendrously styled
Saw a seeker with no Messiah
And she smiled

I'll sail the cold sea of Georgia
In a light wood boat
Eat life like newly baked bread
I'll go back to San Bernardino and find my friends
Hear words another has said
I'll lead a life as others have led


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