Left to myself I would not become myself
I would be fine I guess but meaningless
Like this hungry starling intelligently leaping
On my green and startled lawn
Clutching some midnight still some rain
So much to me in that leaping
With my own hands I've removed
My similarly hungry heart so it can do
That hopping he does that jive that joy
Because one day you saw it thrashing
And urged me to lift it out
You who live with the sun
Beating soundly inside you
And your heart flying freely about
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