Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me.

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

I have sometimes thought that the laws ought not to punish those actions of evil which are committed when the senses are steeped in intoxication.

This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage, snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.

I will You, in all, Myself, with promise to never desert you, To which I sign my name.

I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road. Healthy, free, the world before me. The long brown path before me leading me wherever I choose. Henceforth, I ask not good fortune, I myself am good fortune. Henceforth, I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing.