Whims and worth

Then I wandered looking,
for unattainable wealth.
After losing everything,
I drank to my health.
Then I wandered,
To capture sun, to trap rain,
To control wind as it passes
my filthy stinking mane.
And I want to make music,
with the sound of thunder.
I want to silence storms,
and for the tides to surrender.
And I want the wild fire,
to burn my carcass.
May be I’ll just bury it and
feed it to the trees around us.
And then let me see,
what fruit they bear.
Do they taste just as sweet
fed off the skin I wear?

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