(Love without Shadows beginning to Awaken, WCW

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I can almost never speak to anyone For I am a poet without a home Universe my sail the sky abode For as soon as I’m discovered I run There is nowhere that poem won’t come it answers to me, its maker its form and there between its lines there is a norm-a rule that is worthy as its composed It is nothing but love and love’s command that moves forward and advances a torch beyond in the distance its uttermost returns again spontaneous foment The power of fruition is in it without ultimatum without limit.