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if there be such as God
(and He is good to me)
then heaven He'll hold
for those who seek it
and leave my soul to mingle with the wind,
caressing green grown mountainsides
with that same
tenderest passion
my fingers once found 'gainst lovers' breasts
though now and again relishing rage aplenty
(at earlier
experience)
hurling insubstance hard
against Earth and Her living,
only to plead my sorrow
'midst the rain
and I will drift, unnoticed and unknown
along gradients of sunlight
past
the furling of nights untold
whispering to the unhearing grasses and trees
clamoring at bird and brook, flower and fern
"I
am come home."
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