Improperly diagnosed...
He could be misunderstood...
That man...
So appearantly...
What society has deemed ill...
He has no bounds...
He is limited not...
Knowing nothing...
He has learned how to fly from Ostriches and Penguins...
Seeking not one's approval...
He dances to the vibration of the Universe...
Drinking only the Bloody Nectar of the Greatest...
He, too, eats the Flesh of the Almighty...
Fattened by His nourishment...
Yea though he eats in abundance...
he knows not sickness...
Poor in material...
Impoverished of understanding...
His hands remain busy...
Restricted to the Mental Ward of his heart...
The Light shining upon his face graciously...
He dwells in this House forever...
Unbearably ill...
He can never leave...
doM
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