Commiting myself to air, and Keeping up a stream of water

Playing, throwing off, picking, tossing over

"Starts"

I'll
cross a winding crossing build,
and course through crowding island,
comitting myself to air,
and keeping up a stream of water.
Ride on a wind,
and trot on a field,
and I unite into air,
it'll be a act in the air.

If you dream deeply,
and close eyes tightly,
and play with me,
open my gardens of dream,
let us round around them.
If you interest your destiny,
and want them to empty,
the want is a past want,
does not cause of you interest.

You go, and leave.
You do not go, and stay.

Picking or Throwing off,
Playing, Seeing.
They must be your wants.

"One"

I spew all,
and you dump all,
if it is shame,
put all off me,
everything to be empty,
and took me newly.
And if I be after doing,
it must be so good.

"Two"

Any dressing,
any bothering,
any noticing,
any thinking.

"Three"

I loosened up,
when I break memory's twigs.
And throw them off.

Playing

A man who
play to lose everything,
and prankish to fight back everything,
and smiling.

Why doesn't he noticed,
that he doing that
sleeping on empty.

Throw off

Where
over the rainbow,
and to throw,
dream or something off,
if something stay,
it is only my body.

Picking

You picked, picked, picked, picked, picked, picked, picked, picked,
and what stays you?

You picked, picked, picked, picked, picked, picked, picked, picked,
and what leaves you?

Stayed or left thing,
the difference are piffling,
in fact.

The fictional tower,
you and me are on.

Tossing Over

I don't mind that
to kick or to toss,
that me or stones,

to toss me to be a part of sky.

Let me commit myself to mattress made by empty,
and let me lie on bed made by stream.