HAT-STONE
FIELD-CROP
MUSING
You can have my hands and heart, in
this my seventh Heaven. And I willingly
cede all these things your way : the wind
and the weather, the light grazing your brow,
the light touch on the harbor sail. Gone away
and all for all - I will give to you. I will lengthen
back the speedway to my mind, where things run
fast and wild. Look not away : here it is. It is all here.
You can have my hands and heart, in
this my seventh Heaven. And I willingly
cede all these things your way : the wind
and the weather, the light grazing your brow,
the light touch on the harbor sail. Gone away
and all for all - I will give to you. I will lengthen
back the speedway to my mind, where things run
fast and wild. Look not away : here it is. It is all here.
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