in your world, every victory
i see carrying a defeat
wanting more
and bringing more
teach me, therefore, the art
of living beyond that triumph
that i may spend none to shun
a potential beat
pack my mind with poise
that i may walk the foot
in silence, paying no notice
to the throbbing of heart
fill my marrow with calm
that marks that distant cosmos
that i never yearn
to journey, nor to fix
make my eyes blind
both to tumult and success
that my heart may cease
the craving to find
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