You might guess it’s about a legend.
And can insert yourself on the next line.
taking his or her time to excel in the small things.
Or of force and the forces ascendant
there’s nothing to will or deny.
Everything’s given and taken red
or gray, a gang of perfect thugs
standing in a lake who pretend to humanity.
Listening sky, mind’s made up of enough clouds.
You’ll be taking a little nap at this historic hotel
for complete control, in contrast to the thing about negative ions.
Sometimes a thing just needs to fling itself.
Bodies in motion beside themselves. Say,
what’s a limpid flowing stream next to my impatience?