How
sweet to have a follower –
a
swallower of all your doings
and
your whims – ever-ready
to
sing hymns in praise of you –
as
he raises, claps his palms
in
rhythm to his ardent heart –
pulsing
like the iambs of adroitly
metered
psalms – attentive
and
subordinate – in and out
of doors – inordinately yours..
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