| I've
lapped enough of tireness, I cancelled
all I swore, became as drunk and lazy
as my shame forbade before. and graciously
kneeling I was imploring lovely cupid
Just to set me on my feet When i'm losing
my religion. But he was napping in the
hugs of grief around him and over me,
there was a flock of night-black owls
to blind my eyes with drowsy down...
But suddenly under the vault of stuffiness
a patch of light Appeared - a breath
of love caprice, a portent of some brand-new
birth, It gave a start to God, It gave
a rise to me, a brand-new way to go.
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