my body knows what roads it's walked
though sometimes i do not
through heavens gates, and earthly chains
from feasting, now to rot
what now i find in silence
let me have no other
for from time untold to time began
the world is burst asunder
from sweat of brow to firm of feet
i stand on what i've seen
but more, i think, i've come to be
the places i have been
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