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By Michael B., Hingham, MA
Ah, I took one step forward into the wind
Yet I haven't moved from that spot since
My valuable eyes can view
My valuable mind can't comprehend
What is mine
Ah, the wind which surrounds me now
blows like sarcasm
At a minute past midnight
Whipping through the corners of my soul
The wind finds the hole
In my gut
It finds it fast - in the darkness
The chasm in my soul
Ah, this is mine!
The ocean is mine,
And the islands are mine,
The wind whipping ruthlessly Around my ears
And its howling song is mine,
The books and the words
And the lofty ideas are mine,
The music and laughter
And the dancing of the spirits are mine,
The vastness of the earth,
And the variations of its people are mine,
These shall be counted among my possessions
All of the earth
All in my mind.
Ah, my mind shall overrule all!
That which is worldly,
That which is truthful,
That which is wrongful and that which is not.
A responsibility I cannot endure
The Time
The Strength
The Passion
are mine yet are expansive and cruel
Until I feel the warm hand caress my own
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