Please listen to my speech as if you spoke it,
Relish the food of a purest heart that forsakes crime,
Take speech by the throat and unleash a mind too complete.
Remember the whole chair and table, resting to the side,
Fulfilling our times, with hearts all-welcome.
I looked into God's eyes, I saw Him with walls and rooms,
Fearing Him, as I said my prayer and welcomed the nearness;
Looking through the heart I saw Him, like a flower
Had risen with its own soul, beautifying the existent ones,
The pure ones whose endeavour has never passed.
Rise to the wailing baby, a martyr who sings to high freedom,
Death will not overtake him or obey him, or refrain from him,
It is cowardice to think further than the mind, for solving
The problem of a century is to prove a theorem for an ancient time;
Primitive men want to hear us speaking, prime facets will retire.
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