only a few. the holy number.

my peace is in the sky, it looks down

on noon day shadow, no rain and my head.

then i sit up straight, touched by air -

i wouldn't dare complain

because i fly or swim

this day is even in my eyes, horizon

plumply swelled, world axis solidly aslope,

i, still unflappable, right side up for now, fire-eating

the sun, the dangling bronze

feel my merit

feel my free -

joseph borrow my wings

mary loan my fins

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