Billows blue
Rushing onward
Down below
Looking skyward
The prize now eaten
Soul feels beaten
Blankets wet and heavy
Like sand at the levy
Rocks, stones, boulders drop
Falling and rolling down
Plunging over top
Turning ever round
Now overcome
The truth in sum
From the lion's teeth
Is hard to face
Dare not to write
For cruel slight
In clarity speaks
Of one so weak
Hungry soul, inverted mind,
Into self, in every place
To care, to give, to love in kind
These to grasp inside his face.
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