To renovate the Parthenon,
To know beginnings without end,
To live by bread and bread alone.
To be a string played by the wind.
To raise a pearl outside the shell,
To grow a lemon with no rind,
To learn a useful trade by mail,
To be a string played by the wind.
To write a book-length palindrome,
To walk above the binding ground,
To be, not needing to become.
To be a string played by the wind.
To make my name and make it last,
To be redeemed, not having sinned,
To mold, as clay, bronze long since cast.
To be a string played by the wind.
AGENDA by J.D. Smith | Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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