Beyond depth breadth and length
As the soul treacly we do not count the cost
From the end of beautiful being to the end of grace if indeed there can be the end of grace
Stuck greedily to the glows of the heart
Strive freely from the right to the left
From pure praise to pure passion forgetting old griefs
Out of sighs covers the relief and heaves
Not winced away by bludgeonings and griefs
In the fallen clutch of circumstances
And not the unbowed bloody head be stricken with wrath and fears
Looms larger than life beyond how strait the gate is
To pulverize the misery for the halcyon times
Not long seethe beneath the pavement of alarm bells
Beyond the sobriety of your youth picking flowers in the alien gardens of thralldom
Nor three pounds of sausages gluttoned for ado,
Do you wait for the trees to ping and the cow to cow and the monkeys to bong and bong?
As all mice go clinging clanging in the jibber jabber Joo of your teapots
Sipping your cup of coffee with restless hearts
Guzzling waters with eyes closed and weapons in your left hand
O a state of incertitude and disquietude
Where dying night for the wise man knows truly well.
Frail deeds rage wild men into productivity and opulence
And blind eyes against dying night and dying day is like a meteor,
And on the strangest sea came the beautiful Lillie's
Stamped on the feet of gold and forays of golden miles
Darkest woods of the easy and downy lake
Crossed darkest dungeon and darkest blue for the golden roses
Still above the springing hopes of bowed and lowered eyes
Still we rise
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