I do not toil in vain. I purposefully press forward and beyond.
I drive from an inner place that cannot be summed.
And the swishing and the swashing of distracted delay may haunt,
Yet carry, carry, carry on and on.
Sustained in a clearless muddied and perfect
Adrift in a boulder billowing allong
Unnerved by a calmly careful whisper
Sustained in a hollow smuthering embrace
You may look for the end but it doesn’t matter here,
I push and the pushing will push you to the capping again.
Swept up and toward the sky we fly, fly, flying along the way.
I thrive because the candle won’t wane.
Hooray!!!!!!!!!!!!!
