I don’t know what I am seeking In the cool night rivers and birds a sensuous lip a rainbow of dreams past waterfalls the ruins of cities appear and fade in front of me awkward man he dresses and clowns seeking love and shelter in criminal ways I want to rip off the mask of the sniveling lip from a want that runs from an abstract pose from a lie This reality lies deep in the ground or high in the sky it is not here on earth what I am seeking it is not in speeches or books or in the heat of bedrooms or palaces or parties it is not the dried heart or dead conscience of our age it is somewhere that a child knows and is forgotten it is an eye of a dog ravaged in streets or in an open smile of a baker or shoemaker it is by the fireside of rivers where men share bread and songs that take my heart and leave me limp and wobbly drunk on eyes and feet and faces of the multitudes I must travel to some far-off place where rivers flow and stars dance where children bring garlands of love and emeralds to the soft breeze of heaven where prisons are not known it is not here on earth what I am seeking scavenged and torn bleeding from wars and greed and shameless murders let me just weep for the beauty I see and walk alone to whatever dream and heaven I seek then I will die with swans in the river and send my love to strangers and friends this poetry I breathe which is life and my heart and to you who seek the unknown I send you love and the rivers
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