A Poet Walks

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I walk the streets and hug the walls I see a canal and think 'waterfalls' And there are numbers, long-distance numbers I could call And there are faces, long-distance faces I can't recall, around here at all I see the shops and I walk on by My soup-stained vest, my critical eye And given two choices, two clear choices, I take both And there are secrets that I could tell but I won't, no I won't I got a notebook and I got a light My head is loose, my jacket's tight A poet walks and the path is bright And there are visions like a spell I can't break I can't break, I can't break A poet walks through the streets Past canals and retreats and the fog A poet walks, shits, and talks just a thought A passing thought To walk past all the loves that I've known Past all the lives I've outgrown The skin and the bone To know every decision that I made was my own and pre-ordained To roll up and to save