Improv 7, Week 7

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The Waking by Theodore Roethke

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

I stabbed a man once, in the chest.

To prove I was honest, a true friend.

I put that man to a restful rest.

Oh what have I done but make a mess?

Now I must take all that I can mend.

I stabbed a man once, in the chest.

We were so close,now where are you?

A photo album placed below the book on how to bartend,

and put that man to a restful rest.

The picture was burnt with a green tint, but how?

I guess to move on that is how you send.

I stabbed a man once, in the chest.

blehhhhhh