It Is Time to Explain Myself
— after Walt Whitman
let us stand up
udder of my heart
I am a free companion
cushion me soft
life is a suck and a sell
what is commonest and cheapest and nearest and easiest is me
no sweeter fat
walks with the tender and growing night
winged purposes
I will do nothing for a long time but listen
turn and live awhile with the animals
moth and the fisheggs
a hummer and a buzzer
fish-smack pack
agonies are one of my changes
they who piddle and patter
gibberish of the dry limbs
miracle enough to stagger
I am not contained between my hat and my boots
I have instant conductors all over me
stucco'd with quadrupeds
procreant urge
the crescent child that carries its full mother in its belly
stand by the curb prolific
he most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher
whirling is elemental
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