Art thy without, am I not longing
You see but you know not my fawning desire
To break the bridge and light the fire
Like Mr. Blake's Tiger I am Yearning
For in the forests of the night I am Burning
I see the stars, I see HIM, He teaches me and I am learning
Upon this rock I build my church, with my hands alone
Learned for all to see my futures threads are sown
doth my beauty protests a syncope's ischemia
The ibid is no more; my legs result not from bulimia
Polaris gilded in white silk lines my path
My morrow's dawn blindingly bright
To those who doubted I bid you a farewell goodnight.
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