eagerly in the morning to see
what the dreamed world had prepared
for me alone as if some wise counsel
had inspired its construction
which I was charged to uncover
before sleep snuck back again
but what is all the mystery about
if there is nothing hidden there
which comes to seem more credible
fear or love if you consider
the slow evolution of goodness itself
from its purely mineral
conception
through the slavery years of
its youthand still the whole world stacked against it
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