Is one of those days
When I am not
Myself
I hate
That I can't relate
When I am not
Myself
I hear
the deep voice clear
Though I am not
Myself
I want
To be free from want
And what I fear is
Myself
I see
the great beauty thing
Beyond this ash is
Wealth
A place
Where I can see your face
And finally be
Myself
In you
I find such perfect truth
And my inside
Pierces the roof
Though I am not
Myself
Quite yet
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