GIFTED WITH BUT
ONE ACCOLADE
I was born on the 33rd of something; no one
knew the doctor attending. When it was over,
I was already fully grown and leading the charge.
The heather-wood wherein I dwelt was filled with
spirits and gnomes and sprites. Everything arrived
at one time, all spittle and fury. The racket was
unbearable - yet in just the same way totally
fullfilling and right and all I ever wanted.
Still now, I stand alone and wait.
I was born on the 33rd of something; no one
knew the doctor attending. When it was over,
I was already fully grown and leading the charge.
The heather-wood wherein I dwelt was filled with
spirits and gnomes and sprites. Everything arrived
at one time, all spittle and fury. The racket was
unbearable - yet in just the same way totally
fullfilling and right and all I ever wanted.
Still now, I stand alone and wait.
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