my mind needs to be redesigned
possessing all the characteristics
of that back-country duck’s back
that none can ever easily wet
my spirit requires transformation
that neither praise nor curse will stick
after installing my very best
in the sacred or the secular precinct
my life hungers for new ideals
a real, the second nature of a cuckoo
that sings not for human applauding
finding reward only in an act of singing
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