Library: Eolian

Once on paper The words are out Blunt and shocking to a world Where a body can read At any leisure So that is what this is all about? She was nothing at all. And a voiced boomed from the heavens: "Just look unto me, son, unto the Heavens!" ("Just put your feet down upon the Earth...") Someone whispers near to your ear... Can you see through her eyes? To capture those violent skies, Muddled, pull-apart Can you not put yourself Into her body And feel the spring air cool against her skin, and notice the chilled nose adrip with the condensation Can you not tilt back your head, And look to the west gaze with yearning earnest at the romantic view nature affords These airy entities as they Float about like hopes Aross the azure skies And can you breathe Just focus now, Upon the scent Earthy freshness Something cooking: Oh, it is your own breath As it rises in the cold air And you shiver. The breeze rattles your papers And curls itself like an affectionate cat, rubbing itself around your legs Can you see these heavens? Can you see their radiant greyed pastels As they turn into darker shades Where the sun is already dead And likewise look upon the grass As it lies wet with torrents Of smashing rains All meant to sustain Mother Earth's eternal youth Can you hear these cars now? With their noisy motors? Think upon this... Were it quiet... Would you be so perceptive? And could such a comparison Ever be made to fit into reality? Can you feel her numbing fingers? As they put before you Words from her own consciousness? And can you hear the distant frogs, from the creeks Several miles southwest Where she likes to travel at nights... And are you wiggling your toes Out of habit I suppose, Because it circulates your blood And stimulates her very heart? 11MAR97

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