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About MeACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Thyme leeds rails rushes a begotten hold only copes
oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light shining sky golden drops fields trickles by in two and in one knew thru drippings really outta the ceilings O listenings clouds i swept up across the corners whiles i like it to lay deep from leaves it can wait bespake wrote my rake a-happy time wood baskets of wings between for lights passes nights down i chooses high walks across the ground best meanings goes to view, what's close, wow! see, look up when i want to fly within, without wings torn spanning high of everything, green, blue, yellow, over brown finds patch Not blank signs gray nor of purple sunset red in orange, pink, white, yet, fades outta more shades towers remained look'd falls off call'd broke unto makes sunrise flower across to become music wild hills winds of the mind might i stand upon things look the other ways chooses sight underpasses a thought in flight at dawn at dusk and against the day and at a time amidst a night sky a line to add, to resist anew a-drop into everything what does? Hey! Ground unto a past memory it came to life but it ain't so & that's howso today the same remains my indentity of myself i feel, i count in here more than significant when i'm done, if, ever, for later mountains moved. outwards, onwards down to the night's feeling thru shining road, are lights, i'll read across, cover to cover my heart is dropt what we are all and all one long line by a line when uneven unables ways in idle hours to be per say we're nearer away; If, must stop at times it gets ever closer thence this way before reaches was it everso i don't know i needs it too although, i can dream in meeting rooms everyone's gloom went thru our's, mine and your's to the story over again in a space-time, in a picture, in a dream may-be in this if not perhaps dimes is dropt perchance screams i lost a bit of making mud on this time to look on i fall sad some got if, all and all such and such is all rough all mixed-up on the way and rose up unseen going up where-at you complicates unto the end of an long incorrect path preening it and O' that scent acute, i am watching new leaves burst a perfect beautiful, meeting room, keeping ahold on by me alone at my own account hurts thence is gone everyone deep over me all the blue air falls fast wild hills we chose free valleys rivers knows the wind rolls on like a drum rolls beat tight within the troubles stiring up smiles to be somewhat drifting off as a-senseless canvas so blank inside a dark crystal O' what is this thinking goes must stop links up, whenever at the end methinks of the night's shining road covers me i'll read my words although between the lines casts a-metaphor heals as to when bleak declines gloom into a shade that made it firm the old apple tree of great art, water, stillness seen afar with-in, with-out wings afar a total slant of rain in the middle we'll have them, oh, poetry a random ray of light although shining when i got nothing, unless, howso, to say it ? shimmering more obsolete i live thru this my, mouse on a leaf. |