The forest nor the streets shall heed
My following footsteps, nor anticipate
The planting and uprooting of my transient
Hominid seed itself speaks
Will mutter its own reality, unyielding
[Doom prophecy.]
Coursing stream scream loud enough
So that
The speckled path is only the shade of purple;
So that
The people emerge from obscurity
To inhabit soap-box dioramas
Of flowers and gazes and dollars
One to another
Together another
Climbing icy castles.
Northern wind blow dust atop each mark
I seldom leave in ignorance
Scattered
Throughout desolate matter
Slinking away from gossip and betrayal
Like tattered curtains from sunlight.
My following footsteps, nor anticipate
The planting and uprooting of my transient
Hominid seed itself speaks
Will mutter its own reality, unyielding
[Doom prophecy.]
Coursing stream scream loud enough
So that
The speckled path is only the shade of purple;
So that
The people emerge from obscurity
To inhabit soap-box dioramas
Of flowers and gazes and dollars
One to another
Together another
Climbing icy castles.
Northern wind blow dust atop each mark
I seldom leave in ignorance
Scattered
Throughout desolate matter
Slinking away from gossip and betrayal
Like tattered curtains from sunlight.