sometimes as other sums of time are measured the day is not dark no but bright the light the actual pleasure that the sun is upon your skin you live inside your body       sometimes or this one time the line is right to be spoken not as some time or other marked as the moving point is disjointed ripped out of time but as is seen the scene set not as set or play but moments reality continuums & not glum no seen in this way       all times times could be as they are now       assuming a form
                    the 'tu' (familiar phrase
                    all days to be lived as pleasure
                    inside the skin of history
                    we know no measure of

                    why poems are (for me)
                    the highest form of reality
                    i speak my mind       sing
                    my song
                    long as the ear can catch the tune
                    the poem is the rune
                    as the man the man
                    how you hand it on
                    one to the other
                    part of the action of
                    living
                    giving
                    what you can
                        & i saw clearly as one does see the eye peels away (no other way to describe it) that layer of feelings blinds the mind & i saw clearly the poem is the man the man the rune & time the concept 'he sings his tune as long as he can'