Abstracted by the sun,
a quixotic profile,
halting me.
May I breath,
deep and easy,
as a devotee,
found by his calling.
By the effect,
at least its power shows,
a juncture histrionic.
I am forgiven the second,
I permit a smile to form.
Now sprinting;
The far side of shame,
becomes a fantasy.
Bathing the bashful boy,
like a child's prayer for snow.
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