I would secretly like to be like all the others:

Not thinking thoughts in my head,

Only reaching out with rhymes in longing,

Only glimpsing with others a gentle seed,

Only shuddering in my silence.


I would speak out no more, no longer remain

Entrenched or lonely; do like all the others:

When at once, as if felled by lances of light,

The noisy crowd slips down to its knees,

Then lifts its heart like a monstrance

from out of its breast and blesses itself.

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