Where the wind goes
So I will go.
If Harmatten calls,
So I depart. The Sahara a cradle so I shall lay.
Should the Westerly
Steal me outright, and collide me with
A forest, a field, a turbine blade
So I shall be scented with pine,
And keep going;
So I shall be beat with grasses,
And keep going;
So I shall be slit by metal, butchered and broken,
I shall keep going, gripped by servitude and
Brevity.
Where the wind goes
So I shall be taken.
Four Greeks seize me:
Slanus, Auster, Favonius and Septentrio shall
Tumble me in throe, and
Shatter my bones, a christening, spread ash
Upon my brow and
Kiss me goodnight. So I shall gather and still go.
A dynamo of hurricane and
Trade.
Where the wind goes,
So I am made.
To taunt the sea,
Lick the stars; I cannot hold a candle,
Nor light one but
Where gale roars so I shall roar.
Where breeze quickens so I shall be rolling.
Were I
To peel up the road, I may
Lay it where I so please.
Naught are my worries. Many
My dreams.
I shall allow myself to topple every tower.
Stand and wait for Lips to capture me.
Where the wind goes,
So I am. So I shall be.
The howl of every chamber,
I shall not waver;
I only wish to remain wild and free.
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