I wish my words would sparkle bravely,
Bronze emblems blazened on a field of blue
or evening clouds underlit with citrus sun.
But I look up to see my phrases
hang swollen, charged with fire from fearsome skies
that glowers dark and explodes in darker thought.
Oh light that crowns the highest treetops
Sweep down to save me from this cavern speech!
and lead me blind by the hand to thy sweet source.
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