Ode to Walt Whitman
Rough, worn, pithy, hearty,
earthy
dance of life
hand in hand
glide into the invisible
behind the eyes
kaleidoscopes
of one central self
teaching learning
anew anew
ever refreshed
the corpse the grass
the leaves
the kosmos
oh Walt
oh thee
container of all selves
the soul of eternity
stepper over of infinities
untier of illusions
into juicy truths
and poignant agonies.
Great journeyer
weilding a staff
wrought with the bark
of all people, all things
of all moments
Can I ever thank thee
for teaching, revealing
my own self
and leading me on
searching anon.
I know deepest within
me and all else,
"I stop somewhere waiting for you"
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