Writing
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We crave a piece of writing that has prow,
And sails, and oars—and muscle power to
Impel it forward towards horizons now
Unknown but urgently imploring you
To stretch your brain and soul. The shoulders, and
The upper arms, and chests stretch out the pace
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To bays unguessed. They strain out from the sand
Of ordinariness and make us race
To queens and other loves for hands to grasp
On foreign shores, for widening of mind,
And lust, and all those other things men clasp
In biceps hard against their chests—and grind
Against as utter as the gods of every realm
Require. Provide a piece with such a helm.