Step Outside Once In A While

Unrecognized in my own time          
too old to be young, too dull for            
golden sublime, real poets          
now out flows a small swig of wine,
and I draw smoke          
tall, yellow, white, burning          
bellows painting my coat          
I listen to  
streets roar, children laugh,          
dogs bark, some woman hailing a cab          
a brush hits blank page and it starts,      
the world cracks            
and it's innards gush          
I run and I crash with the fumes          
of it's must, smell it, the wood, it's leaves,          
murder, mistreatment          
such beautiful bees, I love em          
flying, wings so tiny          
I see birds in the sky and know were          
both thinking why me, whiny      
I see rainbows in gas puddles          
NASA and shuttles, feet shuffling off          
to hide all their struggles        
smell it, oh I draw          
long and embellished          
a gaze I relish on the cusp of wisping          
away with swans and whispers of kings          
I try not to miss these          
beautiful rivers,  
weeds in the roses, warmth in the winter          
snaps and crackles in yuletide logs,          
heroes in the sky and killers in fog          
inhale          
I breathe deep,          
rain, hail, volcanoes steep          
connected          
the earth to my feet            
the worms and the beasts          
I'm coated in them          
I live in the heat            
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e          
a          
and the t          
we flourish          
be nourishment and love          
your fate or your feat          
acorns gathered are          
straightened scatter          
they find their place back in the tree          
complacency reeks, no matter how weak          
or battered or bleak          
motion is beautiful          
and stars give light to it all          
rodents small and miraculous halls          
I see you          
raindrops and great falls          
don't stall          
or be mauled by invisible          
because then what would I draw          
I love it all