I no longer wich to compete I withdraw to niches unoccupied To hidden places between the rocks Or to the porches of high bound caves O to the theaters within hollow trees Or to any other place where the zeal of silence might be I no longer wish to please the lord named profits I only wish to sail with the wind to a distant place Where there's no coin or skyline and highways nvere were T a place where verses are sung by rough-hewn poets of the rocks who thrill to the wind and rain With fame greater than bonds and stocks