No one’s birth nor death

will ever block my view

since of all I’m the freest

declarer of the Nothing

I the eraser of the why

I the denier of Something

fly in the air, unsaddled,

oh untamed mule

the curse of thunder and

lightning comes from my lips

never was aimed at you

whoever God you are,

I’ve never felt desire, fear

or momentary anger at you;

who can fight what he can’t think

or tremble of what he hasn’t lived?

I can delve in your image

as much as I can straddle

my steps over the sea

nor have I begged under

your shadow nor have

I ever knelt before you

nor have I tied myself

trembling under your sky.

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