The emptyness you know I cannot bear
My soul aches with the urging you give
With you alive! without want not to live!
Scream at me with your muted word
'I am your confessor," I swear I heard
Absurd,befuddled, as I ruffle my mane
In the room spoken up on this plain.
Ripple like the river named Temperance
Lap like the lake named Superior
Write down nothing inferior
Spear the soul with thy lance
This is my place, This is my home
'Pay in penitence to me', thy Poem.
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