New to Mahler

It is written. Thus noted, so told.
Believe in the less ordinary
is probably good advice.
But what do I know? I'm just a novice,
listening to Mahler for the first time.
Was a Jew, than a Fish. Opposite of me.

I swear to God I'm going to play a trumpet
louder than any man ever has.

Just as I know a man more Pegasus than me
shall one day inherit the wondrous paths to truth.
So it is written, / So I am told.

Make no mistake then, that I will burn down the gates
strip the ivy puppets to their limbs and rend asunder
all vertical, horizontal, cylindrical elements that hereby hold
me from getting to the other side

(I won't say... the promised land...)
this: the land of our fathers.

So They inherit the path. I take the plans: burned.
I make the path. I find the roots. I sow the seed.
I plow the land. It is the land of my fathers. Grandfathers.
Great grandfathers. & so forth.

Thislandismyland
thislandisyourland

said the great fountain
the lips of the teachers ordinary
praised by position extraordinary
what I mean is they were adults
and we were children.
Even the 8th graders seemed full-grown.