I am proud of my gift
I am proud of my commissioning
I am proud of my difference, proud
of my edged existence, of
kissing the limits
of fingering darkness and
sight beyond the capability
of many - i am
proud of my aim, my
hand, the sworded
word I own
fleetingly, passing
through my body like a
vibration from the infinite
voice the open
mouth of being, the seeing
seeing eye
seeing through me like a
lens, like a higher
air, a higher
atmosphere, a rarified
mode of being
all mine, all mine,
and wonderful.
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