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"Thunderbolt"
Stirring at water's edge,
Cold froth on my twig,
My mind in whirls
Wanders around desire.
May I, can I, or have I too often?
Craving miracles…
May I, can I, or have I too often now?
Craving miracles…
Craving miracles…
No one imagines the light shock I need,
And I'll never know
From who's hands, deeply humble,
Dangerous gifts as such to mine come.
May I, should I, or have I too often?
Craving miracles…
May I, can I, or have I too often?
Craving miracles…
