Orange drops of light.
Creeping over the city.
A poet crawls upward.
Once, alone in burning fields
and full of welling thoughts . . .
Thinking, how long
can this go on?
Now, joyous and free.
All things bring me pleasure.
When your mind
is still and kind.
A brightness dispels
the darkness.
Everything is enshrined
within us, and nothing more.

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