All The Birds Of Yesterday's Eternities / Near The End And I Just Ain't Got The Time

when you drive

an hour and a half

without meeting a single

vehicle

only to launch a

boat

that you built

in

water

that would rip the motor off

of any

other

on the most perilous

inland

sea

cruising

whitecapped swells

to broken bones

protuding

from the basement of

time

all

to worship

the last

great natural pageant on

earth

[in the universe]...

...[that has

seen fit to

ignore all modern human enterprise]

then

walk to me oh

Christ

on the waters of this

blinding

sun

paddle your

barque

hunker next to me on

these rocks

striking

fire

warm me

repeating

again and

yet

how

going to any

venal mass

simply

shits

all over the pirouettes of these

undeterred birds

of

yesterday's eternities

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