(I am timeless, I'm tieless...)

From the notebook

I am timeless, I am tieless,
By an hour of day not bound,
I'm beyond unhappy nowness,
But in heaven's happiness,
Dazzling bright is my believing
In achieving chance of hap'ness,
In the greenwood charms of silver
Wandering in loneliness.

Blowing blightly brazen trumpets
Aliens' iron angry darings
Draw the world with iron order
To the angry righteousness...
Call of trumpets doesn't hurt me,
Like the wasps wild are stinging,
Like the shrew in shed dishevelled,
I live on in loneliness.

Don't you reel me with your reedpipes,
Don't you cast your nets to catch me,
Don't you call me, you can't reach me,
You can't stop our rush ahead
All your Marches, all your Aprils,
All your dates and threads and fortunes,
Are to me all strange and faceless,
I am fortune, I am thread.

In the sway of river wherry,
In the glistening of the lighthouse
I exist – and stay forever
Outside all systems worn.
On invisible thin sealine
I shall step, – unseen and strangeless –
In a wanton random dancing –
I shall burn... I shall not burn.

I shall rise my arms to sunlight,
I'll demand the heaven's blessing,
I shall come out sunny naked
Where you find the wood too dense,
I shall pick my toys whereever,
I shall leave up participles,
And the verbs I'll use forever
In the infinitive tense.