where
in the sunlight all the dirt's dispelled
we
take our leave then some will go to sleep
their
blankets piled upon them in a heap
while
in the forest all the spirits gelled
anticipating
that when we excelled
at
sport and art the answer would be deep
but
nothing holds there's no place here to keep
our
kindnesses the earth itself rebelled
none
can permit the law to be denied
by those who are so bound to a far higher
that
their hard hands are in the moment lit
by
the illuminations of their pride
the
incandescence of a greater fire
than can be understood by human wit
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