and galumphing and galorpfing in his tallshipwaders
he took my wordmaps to his long tweed pocket
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and i know those books his fingers read
and i felt the telling of his head
and i heard a little something in his voice.
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the thing, i felt, was distance
-not an esoteric kind,
but a long away voice of tracks once "v" now "1"
a voice with something in it that is
Gone.
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and i smelt of snow on mountains
and grew moss in my joined places
and earth was soft and damp to me
and warm lap whispered
"Go"
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stop too long the earth rejects me
home is heart and little else:
i am meant for motion
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i'm meant for many things
many things
far obscured
wondrous
unstill
lightninbug chances
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i'm meant for many things still, i suppose.