Thanks Giving
Hail! To thee! O A-SYMP-TOTE!
Source of this, that, there
I wrote
Cool-point-of-cherry-stoked
Center-of-the-swirling-smoke
Laughing-that-is-ever-broke
Balanced motion, enchanting potion
Graph-of-change-without-change
That-rationed-mind-canst-explain
From-its-vision-unrefrained
I fall deep, and am: made, lame
Grand! Shall thy be,
Eye from which grows a tree
To spiral out! An infinity
So, I place a shell to ear
Blood rushes as the oceans peal
I wait by shore for her to heal
This tremulous throat,
By her dolorous note
Here I am unborn
Unfurling mathematically to a form
Of which thirty-three adorns
Twice, two suns are born
And with twenty we adore
That which loves us
Never, more
She is no longer;
Our scarlet, core
So, I did drift to deep
When a girl she did peep
"Here, he cannot sleep!"
Be, cause
"He is an adult!"
So I weep...
For the innocence they keep
The wisdom she doth speak
That little golden haired child...
So, I sat with her a while
The kids, they were wild
They drew me to their keep
In whispers:
One told me of technology
One a communication ideology
And the girls...
They sat beside me
With silence did they speak
A simple granting of company
Every one of them, oh , so sweet...