I surrendered all my words to birds
Lost all my feathers of dialects
except chirps of bards
Plunged my lusts into the vast seas
Now I‘m a formless one
like tossed fizzes pious
I put off the haste swords
into the staid scabbards
Now picked paint-brush and pen for hordes
I bulldozed the castles of cast crass
Now I effulge like a
leader of the vibrant mass
I subsumed myself into the eternal love
and global peace across
Now I don't have time and place except love
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