Blow o bold wind of this world
Spew your callous utterance far
And wide over these hemispheres
Pulsating with stilly transcendence
I am and have more room to grow
To plunder clumsy Picassos inside
The deep core of my glowing sun
Though sometimes I find only dark
Sustaining my whispered heart
My wild laughter's flight for freedom
Makes every fleshly thought a sacrament
Offered in joyous pain and sacrifice
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