Wild eyes, tell me where have you been. There is no simplicity to your escape though like Houdini you elude and soothe your audience that you will re-appear amongst them not a hair on your head harmed for you are armed with wisdom beyond your years and wield enchantments undiscovered.
Wild eyes, will I ever see you again? You do not come close or lay your head to rest beside mine but kiss a sky far beyond that of this world, making love to the curves of a river as you would make love to a girl dreaming to be a woman and then set her free of yourself but imprison her with your charm impertinent contradiction!
Wild eyes, may we meet once more? It is difficult to remind self that you are not escaping from me but from everyone, everything you renounce all ties, cutting the roads to your heart as quickly and smoothly as one might cut kite strings and soon my gaze of your face and grizzly chin all dissipates to a small speck in the distant horizon. Wild eyes, do you see my face, my form? Etched in the ghost of the stars, in the peaks of the hills and slopes of the valleys, in the cut of your compass pointing ever northward?
Wild eyes, is there hope? As you set asail astride the valiant path leading you half man half beast to some full man to few and usual to none, finding the answer in the call of the wind and the sweep of the currents of time bearing you back and forth and away from your own.
Wild eyes, will I ever be free? Wild eyes,
are you?














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