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I wait for THEE in vile places a little while and wait for THEE in high places a long while. […]

The great GOD sleeps and dreams through Me, And cycles run and cycles ebb and still IT blossoms in my

The lust of the sailor for new lands, the lust of the boat new-launched for the turbulent, foaming, sky-running waters—

Like a polished pearl hid in a pocket, Like lighted tapirs set in the murk of a crypt, Like the

The door is ajar— The door of my soul swung on the hinges of doubt; It is ever ajar and

Here where the forces elemental circle me, caress me and touch my city-scattered parts to a whole; Here on the

Glow, glow, thou yellow fire, mother of me—thou shalt reclaim me body and soul. Shine, shine, thou pulsing white eyes

What was its mandate? Where is the script IT placed in my hand? Who sent me on this strange errand?