V. 2. / 7.) Flooding, the Stream Beside my Crooked Willow

Flooding, the stream beside my crooked willow

It had overflowed its captive banks

But it took me with it the required distance

Out from the common crowded journey into the light

And I laughed

What was in me... an unmeasured world inside

Had grown so vast I was in it on the outside, too

And the seeping through a pouring out... and a torrent

Flowing in the sparkling rapid vision... through a crystal page

And I, the witless hand that held the spellbound pen...

One crazy goosegirl... and I laughed

Flooding, the stream beside my crooked willow

It had overflowed its captive banks

But it took me with it the required distance

Out from the common crowded journey into the light

And I laughed

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