Twas put before me

Once.

Who is it I am?

And given to wonder

Why,

Is it to matter?

I am not so much that.

No.

Rather more this I think.

Trees and river and

Sky

All came there

With me, within me

Me

Was there to see.

I’ve done it.

Yes.

I’ve worked it out.

‘Tis plain to see.

At last

I am

what I am to be.

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