Firth

I have been so many
things, none of which
are me. These shapes,

These shades and states
Made in leaps and bounds
I take. With honesty

Why, when you see
What I do, as you ask
Does it pass, does say you

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With such zeal, I think
I must drink to it true.
That I cannot be real, what you

Want. Why do I want to,
See it anew, perfume the sinew
Why do i stare, incensed

And give way to more
for looking down, is despair.
As your solitary joy

What stares up, there
From below me, here
and there, shows everywhere
A place, I will never know.