"High above"
the preservation of a direction
permitted parents
serious questions
while their children went on singing
not only through
the danger of an hereditary
destructiveness
(the broad field of cabbages
where their souls melt)
but through prisoners' dilemmas
and adamant commandments.
these points were not just their views.
the impulse seemed persistent.
I once met a man waving a
white red and green flag.
he seemed devoted to the altitude.
where has he gone?
for the sake of the public debate,
name him Dom,
that child with
his wide opened mouth of wonders,
the deliberative song floating
high above
making the sky lay open
on what might be beyond.
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