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you probably won’t need whatever
it is you thought to bring, and besides
you won’t be judged by the baggage you

carry. you have to get out of here fast
becoming a poet, and poets will often
deceive you about it, hasn’t to do with

grandiloquent symbols. some strut about
the decks obscurely, awaiting the call
like halfwit neurasthenics on vacation

every time they talk, the word outlives
the idea, its tentative size diminished and
taken apart like a shipwreck, waste

you sit alone and worry your oar, intense
accommodation, an alien mystic fallen
among chance captains. wayward tribes

have settled these rural borders badly
fastening trivial tents in regular rows
we will not have it. we are a runaway

crowd, i assure you, ranging in barbarous
places, vanished then, to begin with
the quest, if that is what it is, is differently
laid out than balladeers have mentioned
you’re walking outdoors with a friend, avoiding
your letters. it could happen to anyone

something, a beetle, a snake sliding out
of the shrubbery bites him. maybe you call
for help, but the bridges are out or the road’s

dismantled, and n0body’s coming for hours
you prop him up, talk about meaningless
things and thus conspire against the dazes

and wildering spell of dying. ply him with
insular legends and omens and obsolete
miracles. you’ll not outwit its imminent

looming, yet play for an hour its secluded
music, done with time. there is where you are
going. all men are finally stricken. the poison

takes, the agreeable faces shrivel. in the best
of their snakebite songs, we’ve delivered
the vision intact, keep watch for the singular

passage. be casual out of sight of land
and about to surrender. you arrive without warning
at a language shoreline and smile as if
nothing at all had ended. olives crown
the headlands and a raging orchid carpet
rings these slopes like arrogant starfire

ambiguous phrases that blur in the tropical air
like spice and pollen order themselves superbly
your most precipitous guesses are pooled and cycled

in seconds as epic and rhyme besides. you can
do anything. the surf will, as usual, prosper
its lift and leisurely slap continue

that’s all anyone knows of the rhythm of things
go scout a more subtle system in the sea
ignore for once its predictable singing. myself

i hallowed beach fruit for hours the first morning
watching its colorless meat disperse like phallic daylight
or lower your barrels and mine the shallows

for ancient loot. or relish the marvelous
shapes of the floor. the words will come later
the pipe*stem fish come hollering for you now

the direst insects zing on the green riches
giving on the page is automatic and you risk
a small sorrow. if no one will believe you
you may be stranded by fevers and foolish
jewels in that still harbor, but never mind
go anyway. just wear castaway harmonies

listen, i would be lying if i said that critics
will not matter, but if you travel faster
believe it, and take care. one does not ask

why we do it. the words our lips could master
would make us all human if we knew them
that and the pain

- douglas sills lyrics

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