You know who you are:
The finest coffee in the jar, Whose ideals are an open boat Upon a sea to a distant sand bar. You must come close To the hoi polloi And do so with humility, Not only to deploy Your goodness And your influence But to learn from them, To relax in their tents. There’s a natural health It flows through the veins Of body and soul Of the riders of trains With their iPhones and eyes closed, And the wheels and p.a. And the payments and mail, What’s Up and Friday, Because your ideas And fermentation Have rattled you so, Disturbed the calibration. You have the light Unmitigated, inside Your bones justice And truth, wide Seascapes perfumed By damp and salt, And you are exalted By that which you exalt.
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