Come with me into the night...

I only just appeared on this midland forest
and I have loved every forest, every person
The men walk past, full of hubris and exerting power from the pocket
at their libidinal impotence I laugh
orders from you I take not
and wait for your time to come

then come the women
lovely ladies who exert exuberance and joy at life
others who hold the hand of the dogmatic hound
it is quite possible to forget them
as they lie on top of the mountain
and forget to go inside

i must sing the praise of the lovely woman
not scarred, paused or undermined
possibly only Schluter could have carved
a figure that is matched by beauty for every point sinister
i know you are there
I will find you

There are only a few I have met
who hold mind and spirit above bosom
For the mix to create eternal life
lies with you
me
and abnegation of power
weight

The path is beautiful yet harsh and true
more thorns than roses
but you, my dear friend
I need you to hold my hand during night and day
so we can reveal what is fake and what is true within society
for no one but ourselves for once

For our path takes us to the real Oz
not a dream, poem or vision
and thankfully as I am sad
I find some friends to laugh with and some friends to cry
worthy additions to our party
out of billions they somehow arise

Time now does not boil over
apathy replaced by gladness up high
no it did not make the sleepness nights any harder, easier, fewer or more
but it made a whole eternity as sense and purpose became clear
just you and me - friends, travel, art, breath

and immortal...
life eternal