Throes in veins of neck and arms
Throw the head in dreadful sweeps,
Yet the legs still steady push
Ignoring crazed and screaming weeps.
His thorny heart of little man,
Gruesome tower, it must ascend
To learn the world and gaze in dawn;
His will of awe will never bend.
Little man of thorny heart,
You are here.
Rejoice and see
What there is and ever be...
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