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Obscurity
Obscurity
My child,
heavens do what they want.
Save your thoughts for sidewalks and sidewinders.
That is best.
Earth does when it can.
Through sun, through rain, she maintains herself
while spanning every test with Time.
Time,
if there should come a day without paper
and hours without rest,
save your thoughts for sidewalks and sidewinders.
Let them stay forbidden in binders.
You, in your own heart's language, speak!
That is best.
Best
not make too much of yourself
though self is how we are, most often, made.
Confined by daunting looms of shade,
ants scramble blindly from scorching walks into fire!
Seven red birds are perched slanted, inflamed, and stilled by amusement
as dragonflies promenade gusts of wind.
Wind,
Earth does when it can!
You, in your own heart's language, speak!
On an open stretch of highway, I learned to say things others would not.
These letters show obscurity for themselves, and nothing is more familiar
as dragonflies promenade gusts of wind.
That is what poems do.
Do
not make too much of yourself.
That is best.
Seven red birds are perched slanted, inflamed, and stilled by amusement.
Let them stay forbidden in binders,
confined by daunting looms of shade.
These letters show obscurity for themselves.
Nothing is more familiar my child.