KALEIDOS
Chapter 2
The sun shines.
Birds pass.
The path lines
The grass.
I go through
The meads,
Far from woe
And deeds.
There is no hope
Now here,
Nothing to grope
For or fear.
Nothing: the sky
And the green earth;
A vague wonder why
There was birth.
This and no more,
This and my soul
And the sky o'er
This nothing's all.
I am again
The child I was,
Having no pain
More than the grass.
I live a life
Freed from the morrow
And forget strife
And sorrow.
What were the shapes
Of fear and hope?
Vines show their grapes
Down the hill‑slope.
This real hour
Shall not survive,
Yet shall't endure
Because I live.
So let the glades
And the sky's blue
In vague soul‑shades
My heart come through,
Till I become
An outward thing,
Having no home;
A breath, a wing,
A portionless
Part of the hour,
Outside the stress
Of being more.
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