Remove me from my self and set me free
from thought. Exhaust the language that I use
in vain explaining every thing I feel
in verse elaborated all of sighs.
To stand outside my state in ecstasy
illumined and enveloped by the light
of silent stars, to broadly put a form
to willows in a cadent little song.
So loosed of postulate, definition,
school of thought or philosophic system
one might become a vibrant flame. The heart
collects the grammars of our every gesture;
the love I hold in there records the dance
of arms, the pure and alabaster skin.
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