the thinker’s mind’s unrest

dry lips be sooner vanishèd
fare well dry lips, adieu
for mother nature’s management
means banishment to you

dry lips, become not dry
within my liver thunder’s dust!
from winè’s lullaby
which furnishs me with wanderlust

oh world, be seen by me!
when by this harsh apostrophe
i venerate you all
you worlds that rise and fall

mind’s eye, that soft appears
now stray eventually
head out for souvenirs
and homewards back to me