it itches, it stings. it smells,
i give too much away.
i also worry; unnecessary
nervous clog in the brain.
intuitive training comes naturally,
all else from books and learning.
earning, spurning: the tricks of the trade
since ever fire was burning.
a sucker's myself in the fifth dimension
and he plants a garden deep.
deep as the E X P A N D I N G universe,
as wide at both sides as a hundred seas.
into this little canyon, from its center falling round,
goes absolutely nothing to be found
between his lapse of consciousness
and the tightly rooted ground.
