Being the Poem
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Rendered lame by science and facts
Handicapped by history and thought
How might I prevail over the prisons,
So my soul may once again rise?
To dream the fire of the butterfly
Sing the chorus woven by cicadas
Dance the jungle’s rhythm
Hear the ocean’s enigmatic charm
Reaching the full potential of union
Oneness with the world, with the word,
Being the poem


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