A Blast of Verse to Ignite a Pilot Life has no Equal not even Freedom Whatever is gone , is lost forever to retrieve

it is not Possible and for sound that submits to its Silence that which shouldn’t exist is exalted Time that occasions its worthlessness Spent in a Dime at a difference If I want to invent a word why youdwn’t I? I take a fruit off the Branch of Vision To write is to a Life of desire None kinder acknowledgement can there Be To Love and Love’s Ends To Begin An Age All for my People it is Prefaced To be free to be happy at long Last

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