Innocence by Gregory Corso

The field of grasses dances on its tail. And the wildflowers, in a state of frenzy, rise green-stemmed and proud. The hidden insects chant, like soft drummers, and the earth breathes, inhales the blue spaces, each flower a note, freely singing life, of the great light!

I listen while deception holds my bated breath, I hold out my arms as if to catch, what is left of the insane sky, a pocketful of blessings, This was once, every ounce of innocence pursued, wild with laughter, untouched by time.

• Gregory Corso