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Even my hair was lit
      with a new fire
        when I bathed in the light
                     of your presence.
 That which breatheth life and wrecketh,
  shoots mesmerized out of the undying ground.
    Juiced and sprocket of caves,
     forked mouth signifying
                                everything,
          I give you both my enough and my not-enough,
          bring me ointment under cover,
                                       clover come tow me down.