what is the next step?
there is no next step.
this is not an instruction.
there is nothing to construct.
it does not further one to have somewhere to go.
the stupid cat he blew it
just like me he blew it
we could not see right through it
we thought that we could do it
we cannot escape the sound of
running over the same old ground
that wildness is not wilderness
and there is nothing to be found
only burning up and turning around
gnats that fly right down my throat
when the bike rides through the bush
stick there unswallowed until they molt
that 'going nowhere' jolt
we have got to stop expecting
that strands will be connecting
nothing worth protecting
what i would rather see
like little birds flitting brightly
into tea green leafy bushes
near the bike upon the path
is a dead brown dried-up dyke bush
wall blocking Han flowing
factory sounds and motors
drowning the rushing stream
1-16-13
1-16-13
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