You my hairy caterpillar body
You tawny soft-shelled egg
You waiting cave or earthen hut
You secret creek running
To the source and back
Snatching light from my sight
And carrying it swiftly through
Underground tunnels and
Under bridges into the open
Pasture land of my brain
Where I abandon you
In search of some lost elixir
That will save you from myself
Don't you see I want you to be more
Than picked flowers in a jar
More than this morning I bring back to you
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