a view

I CANNOT I WILL NOT FALL FROM HERE

bushes brush the knees
and check for pureness of heart
rushing blood to various encampments
through various messaging systems
tunnels of love and communication
as the eyes rise up from the dirt ahead
and glimpse tomorrow, a view
water lies below
all lies below
this mountain lookout

FUCKKK all that you have DONNNE
fuck ALL that you haven't done

AN ANGEL IRONS MY FAVOURITE SHIRT AND TELLS ME TO SIT NEARBY AND KEEP HER COMPANY AND SO I DO BECAUSE I HAVE NOT BEEN GIVEN A CHOICE IN THE MATTER

a common view of the valley
reveals that really there is nothing to see
that could not have been seen
with eyes closed
but still it is high up
it is the air that lives and not us
it is the path that remains when we depart
it is not about us at all
it is not about the view
but what is viewing us
and suddenly everything smells like onions
everything tastes salty

RUMBLE RUMBLE ROLL / stumble stumble soul

remove your shoes and wade in
you're not a change
so wash your face boy
splash some of this hope on yourself
and crawl back to your city where you can do some damage
where your shoes are necessary
and your voice is small
unheard
unvoiced
remove yourself from here at once