Never fear, my soul, when cold winds blow
I reign in gold over fields of ether
I’ve done my years in the captive’s cage
Now I’m bursting fresh upon the world
I have no interest in frailties or need
Only in expressing phrased colors of truth
Pouring salt into this man shaped wound
Sensing a new glory beneath his surface
Moments glisten in the sun’s yellow light
As I pursue the path, treading the dawn
The pyramids of youth rise before me
Pointing the upward way with emeralds
Toward the leaping light which never sleeps
Come live with joy, dwell in eternity, now!
Journeyman, early born, untimely anachronism
Embrace this onward rush, of life from afar!
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