I'm bigger on the inside than the out:
if I don't find an outlet of some kind,
the force will be too much--I have no doubt--
and I'll explode. My skin will split, unwind:
my heart will rise to satisfy my thirst;
the clouds will part, receive it; and my blood,
like any fountain, from my chest will burst,
and bathe the earth--an overwhelming flood.
The first warm wind of spring has come today.
I smell the dampness of the sacred earth.
The world is calling me to run away,
and all within me screams from searing mirth.
Today, I know if I could just escape
my body, I could fly to my true shape.
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