For years, like an unwavering devotee,
I wore an air of solemn mystery.
No one noticed me.
So I began to speak with the bright
glow of a fountain’s rainbow light.
No one, no one saw my plight.
Then I cavorted like a circus clown,
seeking applause and ultimate renown.
Elicited nothing but a dismissive frown.
Till at last, wrapped in a cloud,
high above the slowly gathering crowd:
“Watch me, I can fly! ” I said out loud.
Now I am out of sound
and sight in the secretive ground
whilst all around, into templed fingertips,
my praises, virtues, tumble from their lips.
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