the benediction of quintessence:
a birthday ode to the
marshall of my wakefulness
i long to cradle
in the solitude of my sleep
the sweetness of your conviction
the gentility of your strength
so when I rise up
to an urgent sense of mystery
you'll be the shaper of my experience
the angel of my certainty
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