I think, what a joy it is to be alive,
and wonder if I will ever reach inward, to the root of this flesh,
and know myself as I truly am.
The root is there,
whether any act can free me,
that remains tangled in the web that is the future.
It may only take a single word to free me.
Until then, all things a man can do are mine, I but await the word...
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