Boy
I am alive; talk to me, voices can sing to me, harmonise bass with me, make up the words to a ballad or yarn with me, loudly embark with me. I am alive, laugh with me, fall down and wrestle me, sport, spin and tumble your oneness in tune with me. Love me as I love me. I am alive, approach me, feel for the guffaw; believe that the bellies of folly live on in me, rhyming me, glance at me sideways and hope to encroach on me. I am alive, notice me, play up in mischief and open the windows for breezes to blow at me. Let me uphold you and so you can bolster me. I am alive; distract me in every direction, the clowning comes through to me. Shatter the eggs with me, clean up the mess with me, wear a chef’s hat for me. I am alive; melt with me, growl out a giggle and tickle me. Sparkle and yes with me. Make a fine mess with me. Yes with me. Yes with me. |
William Blake 'Exuberance is Beauty'
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