“Dainty feast, dainty feast,
Feast your gaze on the morselled prize,
The tiny diamond just your size,
The bitty star that gleams
Like your eyes,
Let's go now, and find the priest.”
“Marry not! Marry not!
Knot your soul to freedom alone.
Shoulder the light philosopher’s stone,
Yoked to only that which atones continuously,
Feast your gaze on the morselled prize,
The tiny diamond just your size,
The bitty star that gleams
Like your eyes,
Let's go now, and find the priest.”
“Marry not! Marry not!
Knot your soul to freedom alone.
Shoulder the light philosopher’s stone,
Yoked to only that which atones continuously,
And sets you at ease to be yourself, and one
With the vibrant, realistic plot.
With the vibrant, realistic plot.
Gallop away! Gallop away!
Wrap your hands in the flowing mane
Of the barebacked stallion called Open Flame!
Challenge your mind to find the plain!
Ride into the rolling hills again!
Live another day!
That is your life.
That is your life:
To live and give
And wheedle and take,
And spin within, yet under the Great
Wheel of Life, with its turning burn,
For you are poetry's wife.”
And spin within, yet under the Great
Wheel of Life, with its turning burn,
For you are poetry's wife.”
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