Encased in wide, wide world beyond,
And wilderness and wandering, mid
Fury of the mindful voice begs
Tact in whirlwind, rush to wait.
Lock deep within a wide-swept
Tundra, mountains, stream and sky,
Straitjacket us to wings and
Miracle, yet I, fool beast do
Sweetly moan, forego these
Feathers, bypass Rome, abandon
All society and pomp, but
Peace inside this paradise, a
Tentacle of home and I,
A dewdrop, fall, in secret space
and motion. Drip, a lilac scented
Moment, not replaced.
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