Lying, Looking Up In a Forest
Liberty! Release! For whom scratched round
As for light, an earth-mole.
Now a one heard taking soul-breathes
That rise through a Sky-hole!
Toward what each, climbing there up
Wills to be, needle-faced
With a rain-thirst or not, of it
The universe embraced.
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