I speak in magical metaphor, and sense
comes seeking me
I fix my eye on Spirit, and the words
flow naturally.

I clothe myself in rags, and all riches
envy me
I cry with those in pain, and wonders
visit me

Or should I take to the usual way
and douse the flames that light me up
And should I dull the fires inside
and take to drinking from an empty cup

perhaps passion should be wholly banned
and love is just a waste of a word
perhaps spirit is but a silly cliché
and sanity lies with the herd

I speak and breathe of flowers, and lions
listen to me
I lead the forests to water, and rivers
follow me

I fix my heart on giving and what is mine
comes back to me
I turn my Soul to living and the sublime
lives through me

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