you born to cower born to down with
eyes and mind set to lowly sediment
kicked from foot by they who
but you not never always
shrinking from lowering sky
you dimly outlined against the gloomlight
with the dawnbird on your brow
guiding the dew to the crowding grass
the mass crush upon you who solitary
stand the stochaic moment shrugging
you crack in the dawn you
capillary breather of daystuff
begin not to always giveitup
and send your shadow feeling out
for knowledge of receding night
you what you are now essence
coming up to meet the day's crown
and is it fate or main determination
in the upward climbing hallelujah flinging
all the ever to ethereal heaven
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