You
think I'm too old
Or too slow
To notice the sun is tapering
off
You think I'm too silent
Or too dense
To find the
whirling planets dull
And academically repetitive
For me day
is easy
And night is easier still
For me sleep is a page in
a book
I still haven't read
Can't you brush against
words
Instead of demanding their participation
And telling
them to grow up and settle down?
Don't you understand
That
language is young and doesn't know yet
In whose tongue to
speak?
Tell your friends that speech
Has no nation
That
the crown is an umbrella
For paragraphs.
Walk around this
spacious world
With things left over
From this morning.
Be transparent.
Let living stammer