forgive me for this poem.....
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what do I think about nature....
what does it think about me....
all the vast improbable wrold around us
which isn't understood
and the universe my baby has become a tenant of....
it scares me....kind of....if I see far off into the distance
apart from the view to the West in Madrid
with those mythical mountains (Dylan mentioned)
I feel quite small and anonymous which is good given my delusional brain
where I think I'm the Messiah, the whore of Babylon or
that I'm party to the Eternal Covenant of Peace
but...stop....
how could God let nature be so wild?
the waves on the shores of Indonesia
which have brought such empathy into our hearts
how could God let nature be so wild....
I dream of tidal waves (well, not much now....more of kissing and strange encounters).....
but I'm so happy.....I'm sun-kissed and sore from loving my baby...it hurts me
(I love life....and all that represents it....poems....music....nature)....
we've brought an artificial kind of salvation.....
the moon looks down on us....
the universe that inspires us....and the world.....
the green can be so intense.....and I've got a cricket outside my window....
I love being alive.....and all my hurts are small....my past is better forgotten
I'm still a child.....
be friendly
and anyway.....we're all the same....
I amuse people with my honesty....
ah well.....I dream of kissing and exotic machines
and you might even forgive me for this poem.....
what does it think about me....
all the vast improbable wrold around us
which isn't understood
and the universe my baby has become a tenant of....
it scares me....kind of....if I see far off into the distance
apart from the view to the West in Madrid
with those mythical mountains (Dylan mentioned)
I feel quite small and anonymous which is good given my delusional brain
where I think I'm the Messiah, the whore of Babylon or
that I'm party to the Eternal Covenant of Peace
but...stop....
how could God let nature be so wild?
the waves on the shores of Indonesia
which have brought such empathy into our hearts
how could God let nature be so wild....
I dream of tidal waves (well, not much now....more of kissing and strange encounters).....
but I'm so happy.....I'm sun-kissed and sore from loving my baby...it hurts me
(I love life....and all that represents it....poems....music....nature)....
we've brought an artificial kind of salvation.....
the moon looks down on us....
the universe that inspires us....and the world.....
the green can be so intense.....and I've got a cricket outside my window....
I love being alive.....and all my hurts are small....my past is better forgotten
I'm still a child.....
be friendly
and anyway.....we're all the same....
I amuse people with my honesty....
ah well.....I dream of kissing and exotic machines
and you might even forgive me for this poem.....
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
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