I have but for the music in my bones slipped soundlessly through bright clouds, blue, right where the earth and sky unite. I have silenced the howling night, and with the steady hand of solitude taken deep draughts of life and smart at the joy of lonely pleasure therein, as at the kinesthetic shock of freezing waves that pulls my body deep under.
With the weight of timeless living I reside and with all the force of wild mindfulness I press on. Though you move to break me, and though I may, it is with the power of a broken dam that I will overcome the slightness of your humanity as you stand before me and I will leave you ravaged behind as I venture swiftly home, that place the way to which I couldn’t tell you, though how to get there I deeply know.
So break me. Pour me out. Surely there is grace in heaven for the man who, though wrongly moved, restores nature to itself.