I need to search the many bound books
To drag my mind over each page
Become a magnet for facts
I need to leave air, earth, fire, and water
In my wake, as things conquered
I need to create an orbit
-a trash realm for all orbits
I need to be saved from clutter, by
Use of clarity, from clarity by use of clutter
To relent, I need to get away
From the feeling
That my feelings are magicy, syrupy star-dust
Or aren't, or should be
I need to remember the crunch of gravel,
The "thunk" of hollow rubber tires,
The creak of swings, a march in vacuum packed
Air
And when I feel that I need to rule over everything-
I need to return to needless days
Before time I realized
The importance, the pulsing of the endless need
from "All the Things in Our Blue Universe"
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Such a nice poem, B. B. B. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.