Can do insufferably well At maligning themselves During yeasting hour Expansive pains of hearth Mercury, Aurum, Lace The eyes have them I presume, believe, and thicken As darkness and its twin Are equally frightening and necessary Privileged enough to differentiate and dispel Turn the fruit, sugar, and pride Into pie enough for faces and hearts Pull those bootstraps tight and sing me "Hallelujah" Lose the time and sense of cool Strike where the spirits guide you Bring the knees to my chin And prove via weal and welt what therapists deny: I cannot be closed and happy I can be pluralist and irrationally joyful Leashed with prayer in my heart Anyone's natural roll, anyone's love, anyone's bard ✍🏾 '<span query="get(title)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">Atlantis Interim</span><span type="end"></span>' 📍 <span query="get(municipality)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">New London</span><span type="end"></span>, <span query="get(province)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">CT</span><span type="end"></span>, <span query="get(sovereignty)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">US</span><span type="end"></span>