Extravagance

Breath of spirit in every thing

Burn through the imponderable less likely than lavish

Extravagance flowing flush through the branches brimming

And ever lasting fleeing and flowering out past the shores of unlikely
Hair and eyes and arms and face, brush and brim and bramble on spontaneous

Flies and flailing followed chances, run through and on past loud last waking tides of

Heather met romances wished for suffering human abrupt away expression

Some are meant to sing their way through life and some are meant to

Give to every man according to his ways the breath of spirit

Flowing flush until and through the stalks and maiden

Fleeing fair enhances summer spring

Romances, at every moment inspiration fills the common scuttling

Honey bees with jets of works that vanish by the next, delighted

To be on to something otherwise decreed and promise

Waiting to transpire; honor it is and pressed magnificence how

Full of force and wilderness the animals and tables and stone-built

Dwellings all the same are flush and full with spirit filling them up blowing

In amongst and through them lifting them out of the ideal realm of

Kingdom come and into the beaten pounded pummeled world of

Black skylight empty and tangible hard-won working

Things all hammered about poured forth risen and ascended.