The Manual was written. I read that I can be invincible,
that I must walk
and speak as if I were at a banquet.
I am an impression that must study – office
and wealth –
and no person can harm me.
I read that I will not be disturbed
by grim ‘Takers’, if I kiss and say to myself that
I am being kissed!
Around number 6, I am a handsome
horse! Prideful; dealing with impressions
on my own pact with nature. But,
that was just at 6.
After that, I am selfish if I start a shellfish
voyage and do not carry-on my legs
untied! The must be bound to the
I will not ask!
I will have peace and I will not be
picked up and carried away by the claws of
impressions in flight!
I am a fool that might be bound
for slavery, yet this is where we come
back to banquet. This is where
men shed tears
over dead children;
dead things! It is here that my body
is taken over by Ravens and Omens; where impressions carry me away.
Again, I am invincible, keeping my eyes posted to
death after death notice until I become a shoemaker.
Misery becomes a mark, with good heart, and I am not
ashamed to do so!