Intentional Walking

I keep walking with my best intentions
Passed the school where I learned to spell.
Passed the place my father taught me
to ride a bike.
and caught me each time that I fell.
I keep walking and mind my intentions,
For utterances are the marrow of the soul,
Passed hexes best left unspoken,
Passed loveones I once held so close.
I keep walking
towards unblemished meaning,
towards an ancient, intuitive throng
where language receeds to intentions
and speech is converted to song.
I keep walking to the edge new galaxies
composed of dialects,
far too numerous to mention.
For you should know,
in this bleating confusion
I keep walking
with my best intentions.