From your lyre
Comes love's fire
And frenzy of poetic soul,
Love, love alone is the goal.
Aura-quanta from Unconscious bed,
Springs as spray from fountain head,
Headless, body-less, concentrated abstract,
Willowed -rainbow from atomic bust .
From your lyre,
The surge of winged feelings come,
Radiated inductions reflect the soul,
And the Being is panted from wintery jump.
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