Basing everything I say on the red read words you've been...nsending my way,nat the end of each day I'll have lent you a phrase that I've read to...nregret 'til I'm red in the face.nnI won't ask for a cure,nnot for a verse,nnot for a glimpse from the Heavens of Earth,nor the worst of punishments meant for me first,nor the reasons I've been here for seasons and turns,nchasing history round with the birds,nfor the secrets in sounds and the weeping of work.nnAnd I'll learn ofa the waiting release,nor of him the releaser,ncommander in chief,nand police of the purified and of the beasts,nso what else?nnAnd beyond and beyond and beyondnbeing bonded to flesh,nto lessons,nquestions and tests,nwe might see what's left and what's leaving it's weight.nnI won't ask for a cure,nnot for a verse,nnot for a glimpse from the Heavens of Earth,nor the worst of punishments meant for me first,nor the reasons I've been here for seasons and turns,nchasing history round with the birds,nfor the secrets in sounds and the weeping of work.nnDeep beneath the ocean waves,nthere is a whale or twonas big as you might ever be as small.nnBut the wails that a boy brings homencan be as big as the sea,nlittle trees,nor any ocean breeze.nnDon't make me have to choose which side.nThere ain't no side to take if you're wide awake and free.nAwake and free.nnHigh above the mountain rangenthere is a gull or threenas big as me,nmaybe twice as strong.nnIf I tried to sing 'em this old thingnthey would sing to me a tweedle dee,nor in so many words.nnThey can fly about as high as i could ever trynto never die,nor wonder why I do.