still a boy who admires him? free from their mores ever starting, ever stalling left behind young alone with children god, pan, omni jack of every trade bright minded to young fools but free – always free and sad thereby
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If you come… I will teach and beseech you hold high to heaven’s path burn lessons into brow I will put courage to vein trod first down dark paths press small toes to mud I will answer ‘why’ with mystical whimsy ‘how’ with hammer in hand ‘when’ with error and essay nothing less than profound[…]