Bushmanrunning (codex am 07/4))
By Dennis Robinson
And I shall run
until I fly
Shed that which holds me
to the ground
One languid beat
of brand new wings
Takes me to space
Without a sound
And as the daylight
curves away
I shall be gone
I shall be drifting
Between the here and now
And if not now
Then when
The bubbles burst
And wild dreams
bloom like flowers
In sunshine
Light and warm on my skin
And I shall writhe
And I shall stretch
I shall be gone
I shall be drifting
.
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