I lose the embrace
Of the glory, the shame
All the moments that coil
This frail state of mind

And I’m glad
To drowse and to drift
As nothing more than sand
Enthralled, by a masterful wind

I am glad
In this howling unknown
Uprooted and roving
From the king of all myths

Denial is kind
And loosens my vise
And I’m free to dissolve
In the free-flowing currents
Of the joyfully mad

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