I No Longer Wish To

I no longer wich to compete
I withdraw to niches unoccupied
To hidden places between the rocks
Or to the porches of high bound caves
O to the theaters within hollow trees
Or to any other place where the zeal of silence might be
I no longer wish to please the lord named profits
I only wish to sail with the wind to a distant place
Where there’s no coin or skyline and highways nvere were
T a place where verses are sung by rough-hewn poets of the rocks who thrill to
the wind and rain
With fame greater than bonds and stocks