straying from the big debate
at the motor humming factory
that does not use your energyjust pours into and weakens the river
the next eventuality around the bend
will reach me like a dear old friend
revelry snaps ham radio's waves
a dinner for the Jewish slave
i will snorkle shallow, scuba deep
by vermillion cliffs of Page made deep
the trough gets worn down, rivers seep
like the moaning at open microphones
zoned for fossils' broken bones
at home in red room all alone
as Crusoe, Fogg, and Polo do
Friday, Passepartout, Nicolo & Maffeo are you
a journey unmeasurable in distance or time meant
not gold or spices or elephant
worth fines levied against me to be on my way
on my way like the rivers that people all pass
a doer, a giver, a home, and a lass
the shore lined with circuses
the onions many surfaces
by living have i done to deserve this
so wind, you Han River, onward wind
please to us be gentle and kind
though squeezed by sooty motor roads
and channeled by heavy overloads
thy will be done, as it is, like heaven
11-22-14
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