Here you will find the Poem In the footsteps of the walking air of poet Kenneth Patchen
In the footsteps of the walking air Sky's prophetic chickens weave their cloth of awe And hillsides lift green wings in somber journeying. Night in his soft haste bumps on the shoulders of the abyss And a single drop of dark blood covers the earth. Now is the China of the spirit at walking In my reaches. A sable organ sounds in my gathered will And love's inscrutable skeleton sings. My seeing moves under a vegetable shroud And dead forests stand where once Mary stood. Sullen stone dogs wait in the groves of water ... Though the wanderer drown, his welfare is as a fire That burns at the bottom of the sea, warming Unknown roads for sleep to walk upon.