04-17-2017, 03:08 PM
To Wander On
(revised)
Many are the places that I sought the wise.
In worm tombs, in wombs, in an angel’s glade.
I’ve roved dark hearts, gained passage in dark guise.
Swaddled up in silk, I saw with many eyes.
The taste of tiny flies will never fade.
Many are the places that I sought the wise.
I split my skin with wings. Among the flies
I buzzed my praise, and danced on beings un-made.
I’ve roved dark hearts, gained passage in dark guise.
My wings then tickled nymphs, had polished thighs;
our laughter were but instruments -- which fade.
Many are the places that I sought the wise.
Swaddled next, Mother coos to ease my cries.
Father pulls out hers. A boy can give no aid.
I’ve roved dark hearts, gained passage in dark guise.
Roll on. I’ve only ever learned of lies.
The lives I’ve lived are waste. Ah! my hopes fade.
Many are the places that I sought the wise.
I’ve roved dark hearts, gained passage in their guise.
(revised)
Many are the places that I sought the wise.
In worm tombs, in wombs, in an angel’s glade.
I’ve roved dark hearts, gained passage in dark guise.
Swaddled up in silk, I saw with many eyes.
The taste of tiny flies will never fade.
Many are the places that I sought the wise.
I split my skin with wings. Among the flies
I buzzed my praise, and danced on beings un-made.
I’ve roved dark hearts, gained passage in dark guise.
My wings then tickled nymphs, had polished thighs;
our laughter were but instruments -- which fade.
Many are the places that I sought the wise.
Swaddled next, Mother coos to ease my cries.
Father pulls out hers. A boy can give no aid.
I’ve roved dark hearts, gained passage in dark guise.
Roll on. I’ve only ever learned of lies.
The lives I’ve lived are waste. Ah! my hopes fade.
Many are the places that I sought the wise.
I’ve roved dark hearts, gained passage in their guise.