Solitary - John Greaves

The human ass comes under fire

Asses resemble closely other asses

In curves & masses

Firing the same at the right time

Best if one is like oneself, solitary

Best when men mix to be the one unmixed

Neat, undiluted, solitary

What gladness to flee the world

Into a new world made largely with the intellect

Amid the ravishing lucidity there

Things that can be & cannot be

Get well churned together

There big & little must be the same

In that the difference doesn’t make any

«Little» is transformed

From being small «a paltry thing

Becomes the janitor of the wide world»

Like you

Is this «you» not yourself?

Not you? Why not? Not long enough?

You & your long enough

Who do you think I am?

I am you

Yes, you — that whole great

Majestically startling

Mentally epic burning

Model of heaven