I flew south,
over great tibetan rivers and
mohammedan plains,
over low huts in the dusk of ancient
fires, over snakes winding and
winding in the trees,
over spotted beasts and rugged
nests in the high cliffs.
I flew south in the arms of the sun,
clutching its breast
and crying my name aloud
and shaking my chains
and always watching.
Till at last I came to the place
where my heart stood vertical
between earth and heaven
and my dreams were like the
fingers of my two hands
fitting perfectly together... |
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