These I Know to be Real as Real Can Be (Though Unsure how Real That Is)
Earth under my feet
Wind in my mouth
Fire of my heart
Dew on my fingertips
Light in my temple —
these, and only these,
I know to be true
as true can be;
as real can be
which may not be
very real
at all, but which
are still
the realest of all
possibility.
I turn my back
on your picture show;
I refuse the bondage
of your emancipation.
Wings whereby
dreams unfurl
