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I Believe

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I dwell in possibility,
Rumi lauds it out loud.
A fairer house than prose,
More numerous of windows,
Gaps unheard of,
Neither are cracks on the wall.
Superior for doors.
Of chambers as the cedars,
Impregnable of eye.
Thick and luscious of Sweet scent

And for an everlasting roof,
The gambrels of the sky.
Captaincy of my own sail
Of visitors, the fairest.
For occupation, this:
The spreading wide my narrow hands
To gather paradise,
And to Thank my good lord
Eminent is his care...
Thank you is my only word!

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