Would you wonder of the poetry that lay on my tongue
And would you wonder of the dream which lay on my eye
Would you wonder at all about
the love that lay on my lips
And for that matter, would you care to hear
Of the hate which lay weight on my chest
As I rest
Will you wonder what song I'd yet to sing
Or will you look at my feet and wonder where I'd yet to go
Will you wonder what my fingers had yet to touch
And what I'd yet to feel beneath my breast
As I rest
Wonder, dear, of what lay beyond my ground
And of the entity I alone embraced
But now have freed.
These are my secrets
Wonder.
 
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