Elan Vital
I want to go where the land
Is boundless, where the wheat
corn and flower cane grow,
where the soft white downy
of cotton amplifies in big fields,
and bed my body and soul on
the waves of cotton balls,
and in natural surrender my
élan vital to feel the virginal of cosmos
descending for once in age..
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