Lyrics

I celebrate the fields: they run beside me; they run inside me. I am the only poet. Poetry is all of me that is only me. Yes Democracy! Yes Anatomy! Yes Autonomy! Divine? Life – O were thy splendor Not so Spiteful… I can tell everyman nothing, But will give each of you My frame, Fame: burnt out salesman stuck in cold subways elderly, forgotten, rocking slowly to death she trembles in closet, footsteps of soldiers yet steadies her horse: vigorous, proud for crackling life within test tube viles the working man rests, embers blazing to unearth lifedeathmehersatandarwinscopesropessticksstonesbeatlesbattles lost won body arose I love me; I hate me; I am not me... But were it not for all I see, Were it not for someone else in me, The Universe would not reside In greenest mountain Or the crystal sea. Do you not dare to see? Do you not, Can you afford to not, See thyself On the walls of an eternal hall? O Brother! O Sister! O Mirror! O Sword! o christ blackest ashes defiling white satin, he who knew no sin God made... myself myself thy glory myself thy shame I celebrate these ashes: Blessed blaze! Celestial cremation! Aquatic graveyard, In the Baptismal slain, To remission this cancer of sins – No longer song by myself but with Thee.