Lift me up, from
This material sod
Abuzz with tongs and tangs
Abut my being, next
To thy heavenly field
Grazing your pasture green
The daily bellicose
Augment in volcanic up-heave;
Fuming streaking nose
Your benevolence
Erupted the conscience of yore
To task you a need
Lift your veil
Covering my parietal cells
And work thy locus operandi
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