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