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In kairos hour I bequeath Confusion of my sole belief
Consider: am I god in mortal shell Yet shine no brighter than myself
Invaded by life's patriarch Who conquered me through hatred's art
With fists of all unspoken sin Agrip'd my angered heart within
And blood unknowing humble flows Deity's miscarried ghost
For here my innate children prey Un-nursed and unhealed wounds betray
A swollen rage: my numen's breath Of fire yet demotic sense Weakens me
Mysterious misanthropy Rejects its own humanity
I give thee name Yet keep the blame
That is my one possession Wherein lies the lesson
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Heigh ho! Who is there?
No one but me, my dear.
Please come say, How do?
The things I'll give to you.
By stroke as gentle as a feather
I'll catch a rainbow from the sky
And tie the ends together.
Heigh ho! I am here
Am I not young and fair?
Please come say, How do?
The things I'll show to you.
Would you have a wond'rous sight
The midday sun at midnight?
Fair maid, white and red,
Comb you smooth and stroke your head
How a maid can milk a bull!
And every stroke a bucketful.

self

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