i want to grow a beard
my face not flat but tiered
to have something to hide behind besides my eyes

i'll move away alone
the sky itself my throne
to learn what i need
to plead the greed from my deeds
heeding release
these seeds are freed
to be trees tracing mountains and seas
to breathe

I take my leave
with a walking stick
and a whistle and a tick
i'll not travel farther than my feet see fit