Why do I want to sing
\nmore than other men?
\nWhy do I care?
\nWhy do I puzzle my life every morning?
\nWhy am I not content?
\nHelp me with this.
\nFind me a topic.<\/p>\n
My life runs like a dry river.
\nIt flows so quickly nothing grows.
\nI am swept along by it.
\nI try and gain my bearings.
\nI look at the sun
\nand still contemplate last week\u2019s sun.
\nI\u2019m that slow.
\nI worship the stars.<\/p>\n
Long after clouds wink them out
\nand the sun burns them away,
\nI look at the stars.
\nAnd my heart breaks.
\nWhy is that?
\nWhose kindred are they?
\nMine?
\nYours?<\/p>\n
Give me an idea.
\nEverybody has conclusions, beliefs, opinions,
\npots and pans they beat,
\nstore, melt in their fires.
\nI have none,
\na congenital loneliness,
\ndespair, slowness.
\nNo ideas, no topics.<\/p>\n
Just my heart wrapping its fingers
\naround the nearest post,
\ntethering itself, saying,
\nI have never known the place
\nI\u2019ve actually been.
\nSailors have told me the port.
\nPriests the canons I should follow.
\nVagrants, the easiest refuge under a bridge.
\nBut I have no way for myself,
\nno ideas other than the softness
\nof my childhood,
\nwhich never went away,
\nnever hardened,
\nnever lost its anguish and enchantment.
\nSo brother,
\ngive me a topic to write about.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Why do I want to sing more than other men? Why do I care? Why do I puzzle my life every morning? Why am I…<\/p>\n