Now I see my life
And death on earth
As just two threads
From some immortal
Personage aloft
Sitting at a loom
Or thumbing a guitar
A loiterer in gardens
Such as I've become down here
I admit I didn't want
To accept it for a long time
I quarreled with the thought
That I could be great or good
I could be everything around me
And might have always been
And still could be myself
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