Pan
You are so bright almost bright as the sun
Soothing my heart with your truths sweetly spun
Filling my soul with expansive belief
Science and mystery both overdone
Help me pursue a relief from the grind
And with your touch our one spirit will find
Meaning apart from the fading parade
Marching too straight for my nomadic mind
Teach me to find an escape from the light
That shines much too pure for human delight
Bathe me instead with a seminal glow
That emanates from an ungirdled night
Let it be time for our bodies to meet
Yet as we stand on the unenclosed street
Amidst our embrace comes a baleful whiff
The eternal stench of smoldering feet
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