How you go through life,
There,
I should say,
I see like the jackrabbits
Elemental in the forest
.
Where to exalt you would be to stop the world,
To appease you would make maladaptive indentations
In the grooves of wind,
As you maneuver through zen poets,
Their eyes braced in drastic explosions,
.
I see how a life of safety
Would be neither what you want
Nor possible,
Too much a song,
As it is,
In itself.