statue stands with open arms, looking down at me /
i wait / it's warm for late september / sparrows sing & dance & play / child sobs / two men drink & laugh & sing some more / languages i cannot understand /
i listen / look up / above the outreaching mary / that beautiful arrow cuts through sky / that sharp cloud / and from my view / meets between two peaks, where crosses meet / and softens
/ disappears
. . .
I feel my fate: my fate finds me,
I feel my star: my star finds me,
I feel my aims: my aims find me.
my soul and the world are but one.
life grows more radiant about me,
life grows more arduous for me,
life grows richer for me.
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