Bit behind schedule, this here bypass is;
it will run on to the summer rushes,
but it will be worth any extra tizz,
when you think what it is it bypasses.
Maelstroms of knotted disjunctions, deep crazed,
jammed cityscapes to bring the grown to tears -
while slurring out smooth on these wide, white ways,
you can realize who you are, leave your fears.
But that's not it! No. Our oblivion's
on this brightbone highway, curving round
her ignorance, follies and betrayals.
It bypasses a cottage, a green mound,
castle and gardens, perihelion,
then drops us back on our way, on the rails.
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*Gong-poems-inc.
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Bare Shouldered
Poetry"The difference of high Sensations with and without knowledge appears to me this - in the latter case we are falling continually ten thousand fathoms deep and being blown up again without wings and with all [the] horror of a bare shouldered Creature...
