You do not want to be immortal
I know. Or become a random idol.
You think these words could land
Anywhere, that you were just
Catching unlucky bullets from my gun.
You don’t know much about a poem.
Neither do I. It’s just bravery alone.
It is just drinking in darkness
Barefoot in frozen rivers
Straining your neck towards a kiss.
It’s thinking without thinking
It is just dream-walking
Abandoning daytime’s toxic edges
The friction of all these solid bodies
In favour of unspeakable knowledge.
I could not give you landmarks
Or philosophy’s elusive road maps.
I had only hopeful dangers
Without a battle-plan or any answers.
Mere adventure; nature’s clouds in chorus.