To think that I am— and without, once was (Materialism)
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Oh please finish those thoughts, don’t let them flee
Grab them, stay strong, don’t watch them run like brood.
Less than a green leaflet, part of, only—
No less than spattered droplets of my blood.
What less can I, am I, than thought. I ask—
Gather not blood, not things, not skin. The flame
Will take this limp body, my face, my mask
That which you hold, it all will be— to maim.
Despite the things that burn, you’ll have my thought;
That which makes my actions find path, intent.
You won’t forget the life my love has brought,
All with that thought, all of, all that, it meant.
So please, I beg, I ask, just start with might,
My thought is all you need to find that light.