Carry oak carry on

carry oak
please carry on
grow into the stream
leaves are waving
in the wind
hiding what’s beneath
stretching weather
every season’s here
for you for to
depict
every moment
of a Nature’s
face
hide this one for
me,-
for everyone
who’s underneath
is hiding on an
every day-
save this place
for me, for every
vain of me,
that’s feeding
stem,
feeding every
part of thee
brining me the
cold and
heat
of something
underneath-
we are both
do trees,
we are the trees
divided by the
time of being-
I’ll carry on
the seed,
so you please
carry oak
the same,
please,
do,
I’ll stretch
the Kerouac
For finding
what’s in
me,
beneath
the roots
of that
eternal
tree-
carry oak,
carry on,
Kerouac
fighting
after death
to be reborn
in someone
who will
feed the Earth,
who will give
his blood
to raise the growth
of something beautiful,
like used to say you,
beatific,
beautidute
in me is growing
‘cause of  you,
So give the ‘IT’,
enlight me
for I can also
be the source
of being,
oxygen
on streets -
Our flower seeds
will grow for us,
for every man
and womb,
and me,
and you
and Whitman beat,
and Allen son of God (the Kid)
the God of yours,
you are the God of
me,
I am the son of
God for all
Eternity
and stanzas
are depicted
in the picture
of that being
the tree of
yours is
mine
the Tree of
Destiny-
they do not
see it,
for the covering
does not
suppose the
understanding,
but someday
it will rise,
the eyes of
sheltering beneath
will be
come
the ones
of you
and
me,-
the ancestors of
still the Beating being- 


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