Here I go, again.
Second confidence
I find a second confidence to burst
I'm not sure any better than the first
All those rangy wanderings of mine
For which I give no voice, no written rhyme
Those seeping celebrations, oh, so fine
Those blazing brief explosions all through time
That crazy incandescence of the soul
That always seeks a way unto the whole
No one there to dance, the step I stole
No stage upon the world to set the goal
To blaze out in the world, a new-born foal
Too crazy to discuss with anyone
Unless she blazes night as blazes sun
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