Now I out walking The
world desert, And
my shoe and my stocking Do
me no hurt.
I
leave behind Good
friends in town. Let
them get well-wined And
go lie down.
Don’t
think I leave For
the outer dark Like
Adam and Eve Put
out of the Park.
Forget
the myth. There
is no one I Am
put out with Or
put out by.
Unless
I’m wrong I
but obey The
urge of a song: “I’m—bound—away!”
And
I may return If
dissatisfied With
what I learn From having died. |
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