INTEGRAL TO NOTHING
I am a distant wanderer, walking with a stave of
greenery bunched from a tree - I walk yonder hills,
streaming ideas back at me. It takes no intention
to make all this work; my days are unseasoned,
each new, and done without rancor or pain. I have
a starry heaven above my head, and a place at
night for same : I place things down as dreams
surround, and awake with a world for a bed.
Intentions are as simple as wishes.
All things should be well.
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