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  • Tell everybody things here are fine.
    Here in this seaport
    in the middle of the downtown
    middle of the bedlam
    it’s been worth it.

    Peace of mind & imperturbable dignity
    is easier to acquire on top of a mountain
    in a group of believers, with a handful of shrooms.
    Working it out for oneself patiently
    in the centre of the world’s turning
    learning to bend with the wind while growing new roots
    this is the value I am willing to attribute to my wanderings
    my homelessness, my yearning.

    I’ve always admired your practical nature
    your down-to-earth basics.
    Yours is a familiar world of unspoken trust
    in the value of money & customer service.
    Early you learned the pluses of working
    no indebted start after academia for you.
    Early you saw the percentages in a corner
    a shelter from where you could state:
    here lives the man & the essence of the man.

    I have a long history of tree-fort constructions
    outgrown within a season or two
    always temporary, never simple
    forever in analysis, away from home
    far from the basic air, the familiar bay.

    I am more convinced by nature’s sway
    by the silent life of plants & insects
    than any monument
    or ruin left by man.
    Primates do make
    (among other things)
    an awful lot of noise.

    I don’t believe in amassing money
    (it’s easier to believe that way)
    I live day-to-day like I always have
    with the money I earn every month.
    Surpluses disappear overseas
    unknown worlds waiting to be breathed.

    The world my brother really is
    nothing more than where you are
    there is no world without us.

    I don’t own a car
    nor much in contingency
    not even life insurance.
    No more mortgages either
    I no longer invest in roofs.

    Don’t know the first thing about getting ahead
    how to carve a career or conform.
    I tried so hard to please
    be sociable, polite.

    So hard trying to fit-in
    belong, measure-up.

    Years of living have helped me accept
    that I simply don’t.
    So much seeking only to reveal
    I am my own muse.

    Forest doesn't ask for a résumé,
    sea only requests respect,
    mountains will echo true.

    Neither the dog near your feet ever questions
    that’s why they say best friend.

    I have what to offer like the next
    but not at any price.
    No longer moved by the mumbling men
    I no longer need to discern the lie.

    I want out but there’s no where to go.
    No basic air or bay to come home to.

    Riding trail with no where to go
    I’m an outlaw stealing time.
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