genuinebandit
11-02-2005, 01:37 PM
I have found my resting place,
here, in this forest, this rain
this heat and this cold.
I donīt know who I am.
Itīs something else,
unfathomable.
I donīt even know I am somejustone.
It is so pleasing to pass this way,
away from all vanities
and the nominalist pseudovalue
C A Folini.
Itīs trivia for conversation
that I wish to pass
on a day of the heaviest rain,
with the stridentest noise on the tin.
Of course, if possible,
I would like to go while driving,
while the buckets of water
slash the windshield.
But it could be too suddenly humorous
for someone else.
here, in this forest, this rain
this heat and this cold.
I donīt know who I am.
Itīs something else,
unfathomable.
I donīt even know I am somejustone.
It is so pleasing to pass this way,
away from all vanities
and the nominalist pseudovalue
C A Folini.
Itīs trivia for conversation
that I wish to pass
on a day of the heaviest rain,
with the stridentest noise on the tin.
Of course, if possible,
I would like to go while driving,
while the buckets of water
slash the windshield.
But it could be too suddenly humorous
for someone else.