At the edge of all doors opened at summer
Where the whole world waits there warm and in wonder
As they bull and bray on that last school day
And there was no time but now

To a wild-eyed young man restless to be
Had a dream, "Wake, late!" “Trouble.”
Never fit within their frames
An incurable love soaked all he could see
In the heat hopped the fence, splashed the friends callow crowin’:
“They’ll never own our burning!”
A naked reflection hit the lake with a toast:
“Don’t ever trust an order that enforces use of clothes!”
And there was no time but now

“The Ardent Bard of Bare Wet Feet”
Messy heart full o’sparks, half out o’key

Nights would burn alive by the light of a pool
In a watermelon age of eager could-be-blooms
It was a feast of endless sun-blessed afternoons!”
And there were giants in the land in those days
And anything at all could happen!

“A humid embrace and a verdant enthrall:
A tender cicada call
A new daisy wreath, gown of wild oat plumes
A wet clay and corn perfume!”
Nervous and eager everyone would be there
Out there it was endless but he couldn’t bring it in
Someday they’re gunna see it, every trap I will upend!
Aw, tonight it's my turn! I am gunna swim warm in this skin!”

Though Everything’s astir to find an other of it’s kind
In this season drenched in purpose I’ve no partner for my crimes”
The lake drawn through a reed he called; a song, a band, and pen
And with freedom still wet on his lips he rang:

A humid embrace and a verdant enthrall
A tender cicada call
A new daisy wreath, goldenrod shoots
A wet clay and corn perfume

We are blessed to be chosen
To run forward as realities vanguard
Glowing deathly alive!
On that evening by the river
Come and dance like there’s no place but here
Say I am been set apart from all else!

I am wild come from wild, an adopted feral child...
“I was made to run ablaze, not hold back!
For I am menace! I am frenzy! Pour that big ’ole dipper out
For there’s no quelling the fiery tongue upon this brow!
O sing on cicadas!
May your tymbals ever drum through all green halls!
Come timber run un-belayed!
Help me sing it right by midnight
Raise a fist to every star with eyes!”
For wyrds spin idle cut from compass rose