Not yet complete

Something I'd like to say dissolved
just now into the atmosphere;
Into the sphere of atoms.
It poured out of my soul and into the
green automobile waiting at my
door step, and just drove away
Across America.
Before I could grasp it
and hurl it at you, lovingly of course.

But here's what remains tonight to be said
To the faces unrepresented by Time
but bound by Eternity;

To the Homesick Transcendentalists,
emerging from the subway at
Farragot Square, dreaming of
blades of grass, consecutive or pooled together;
arriving only to find megaphone wielding anarchists
preaching scripture and apocalypse...