There are rhythms
I cannot attune to. There
are rhymes I cannot feel;
beings of suffrage I cannot hear.
There are levels of actualization
(of the greater Self,
a selfless idiosyncrasy which delves
between the Blood
and the Bone-- the sweetwater, and sourstone)
which I cannot ever achieve, unless
(with my whole-heart; with ev'ry fiber of my plastic Being)
I believe.
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