I drink fire, the fiery inebriation of Joy
Internalising its Elysian contents
Directing towards all I employ
How great, yet greater still is Thy name, o Freedom
Wherefore Thine Author changed Thy name
Inalterable of ungovernable fame
No one shall know, yet I know
And I, poet, give Thee wing
As I thus, freely and joyously sing
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Songs of the Reed
PoetryA repository of various poems that I have written over the years gathered into this publication. Influences range from Whitman, Ginsberg to Shakespeare and Milton and confluence into what is hopefully a larger collection. It'll be updated daily with...
