Prayer to Drummond.

Prayer to Drummond.

After Drummond was all so difficult. 
Feelings open. 
In these poems craft. 

Is always the opposite. 
The unsaid, as if it were said. 
The intuited in unfinished ideas. 

Oh are Drummond. 
That prayer is that you taught us. 
That makes no sense why so capable. 

Misshapen chest without feeling undefined limit. 
Without words, without being told. 
No result 
no way, 
without end. 
That which is immortal. 

Or it's just because of what I feed. 


Please forgive me Drummond St. 
I can not go crazy. 
My head heart hurt. 
Leave me here finite. 
For a time can be. 

Full of ideas. 
Owner wrapped opinion. 
Without much hesitation. 
Because otherwise this is a crazy sea of ​​unruly thoughts. 
Undefined and unresolved. 

One possible choice and imprisonment. 
It is not under arrest. 
Which sometimes occurs even without alternative. 

Just do not let me forget. 
Of choices and whys forgotten choices are lunatics prisons. 

Please forgive me but Drummond is living in undefined where everything is possible 
it hurts too much and confuses. 

I pray that I may go crazy. 
For a moment only. 
But then my thoughts can be my normal way. 
You have to live like mere mortal.