Herewith And In The Hereafter

Infringe not upon my insignia
For I have come to honour thee
Herewith and in the hereafter
I shall never be your martyr

Onlookers laugh and I am nimble
And I am not beneath the thimble

Stepping-stones and I have yearned
Beside the quiet fires burned
No longer shall I be imposed
Before the essence of your rose

Lucid be the daylight dimmed
And there are thoughts that things are grim

Boundaries bur before the line
And tolerance was born within my mind
Premature perhaps in my satisfaction
But I am not burdened by your destructions

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