Knot me not
The ghost of my caged heart.
All here grate me
in human form -
Shreds of torn pieces:
Heart and all heart
Shake me rugged
Out of me, bodiless
into galactic whirl.
Those of here
Might by belonging
Set me free, an apparition
Weigh me not
with my earthy deeds.
I savour not
The likes of heaven or hell
I am my born world
I am the ghost of the ghost
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