walking among the streets
not noticing the time or clouds
or other such trivialities.
You were in a fine rage
on destiny and dynasty
tying them up with bloodlines and battlelines
in the triptoungue way you have
and I was walking adrift
in the wake of your street preaching.
Perhaps I should scatter coins
or applaud
but I am entourage not audience
and so I follow, encourage
by silence and such things
until you subside at last.
We sit on the sidewalk in the shadow
until you whistle cheerfully again
and suggest a cup of tea.
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