At the birth of the day
As a babe of the spray
Like a white star, tangled and far
Tulip that's what you are
Warm and wise as a mute
In the thunderbolt suit
Princely and torn, grasping the horn
Of the maenads of May
Sleepy dreaming of dark
Silver Satyrs in parks
Statues that say, worship the day
For only humans you are
Channels churning the grime
Inky dreams of our time
Into the Sun, where the white one
Poems them into a rhyme
On a hill the clear shrill
Made the Titans most ill
Angels abound, and
I'm kissing the ground
Thrilled to be around
As a babe of the spray
Like a white star, tangled and far
Tulip that's what you are
Warm and wise as a mute
In the thunderbolt suit
Princely and torn, grasping the horn
Of the maenads of May
Sleepy dreaming of dark
Silver Satyrs in parks
Statues that say, worship the day
For only humans you are
Channels churning the grime
Inky dreams of our time
Into the Sun, where the white one
Poems them into a rhyme
On a hill the clear shrill
Made the Titans most ill
Angels abound, and
I'm kissing the ground
Thrilled to be around
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