I heard these verses in a dream I slept
I heard these verses with my closed eyes
I heard these verses with a heart that wept
I having suspended an Immortality
I had passionately so passionately presented
Now to dust and to bones must turn
At least as temporarily.
Country my country possess not
My dust and bones wide be the earth
And let them elsewhere be.
My spirit will not hover over this
Earth
I will to hover over seas and oceans
Glaciers and snow-capped mountains
There my Spirit wills to draw
The oxygen of the heavens.
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