why trust to
the doom creaking along your soles?
why fear--why worry?
when the sky can weep for you only
and in one valley
when the clouds whisper
impending benedictions--across your eyes
when you can shadow the palm-trees
with your palm, thrust up to grasp the sky
the world is large--
but what blurring horizon is greater
than the span of your arms?
--when you can cast your shadow
farther than your breath
and no fist can come closer
than your face
--when you words fall as dust
unseen, below the feet of others
burnt to ash--
from ash and dust man is made
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