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The wind, the wind, that wind; That maddening, Howling Wind, stoking Fires in your ears and Driving your legs (left, Right left) catching Cheeks and buffeting your eyelashes; digs That rope deeper, deeper Into your skin. Feel The wind and grip The earth with your feet, rip Slowly, Almost Soft At the fresh earth and **** Deep, hard: Breathe, and dig. The wind, tearing At your eyes ---squinting, Over the clouds you See the coronation of the sun --- And battering your body, whispering Soft musings Midst the howls and the thunder -- Straining, hear The voices, hear the song -- And that rope, Pulling You, Attached to the clouds and threatening To tear you into the open sky the Maelstrom -- but Maybe, just maybe, in its eye You'll find peace you Hear it tongue in your ear -- and Listen To the crackling and the breaking Of trees and the far distant shouts and Hear The whispering and Remember Ulysses lashed to the mast To listen to the sirens and Grit, grind your teeth and drive Your legs (one step At a time, its there In front You're sure) and Drive, Drive Drive with all Your might against That eternal ******* sky To the clearness of the blue And stillness of a night just beyond Your vision, right past The gold rimmed evening of a yesterday, right In front of you in that foggy Tomorrow that may never come, drive Your feet and grit Your teeth and Revel For a moment In the song of the muses.
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
The Wind/Song of the Muses/A Dream
The wind, the wind, that wind; That maddening, Howling Wind, stoking Fires in your ears and Driving your legs (left, Right left) catching Cheeks and buffeting your eyelashes; digs That rope deeper, deeper Into your skin. Feel The wind and grip The earth with your feet, rip Slowly, Almost Soft At the fresh earth and **** Deep, hard: Breathe, and dig. The wind, tearing At your eyes ---squinting, Over the clouds you See the coronation of the sun --- And battering your body, whispering Soft musings Midst the howls and the thunder -- Straining, hear The voices, hear the song -- And that rope, Pulling You, Attached to the clouds and threatening To tear you into the open sky the Maelstrom -- but Maybe, just maybe, in its eye You'll find peace you Hear it tongue in your ear -- and Listen To the crackling and the breaking Of trees and the far distant shouts and Hear The whispering and Remember Ulysses lashed to the mast To listen to the sirens and Grit, grind your teeth and drive Your legs (one step At a time, its there In front You're sure) and Drive, Drive Drive with all Your might against That eternal ******* sky To the clearness of the blue And stillness of a night just beyond Your vision, right past The gold rimmed evening of a yesterday, right In front of you in that foggy Tomorrow that may never come, drive Your feet and grit Your teeth and Revel For a moment In the song of the muses.
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jeffrey-1
American
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
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