POEM: An Inspiration

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An Inspiration
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    IAO!
    Tides to Spring!
    Cross the weathered land and discover the grieven word.
    Thine is not to see but to listen.
    Hear the sound of echoes stretch across your mind.
    'Tis the Shadeless Sun!
    Not to the East but to the South do I look to thee.
    I eat the rays you cast upon me with glory.
    (Both in faith and in praise)
    Stealth. The method of my preaching.
    Those who divine will surely know.
    I travel on fire; not by air or the water.
    I stare grandly to the face of opposition.
    Crave them to me!!
    Once within the River I feel the purging sting of confusion.
    "Ever a proof unto thy splendour, O! most glorious rising of the Sun!"
    Salute is all we feel inside the the clouded sky without the blue.
    But only with the spring can your temperament be restored.
    The seconds seem myriad!
    How they continue, every second of the clock!
    This, if it bothers you, is a most seductive curse to fall back upon.

    Drain neither for injury or for accident. These are both for you to decide. Cancel not one for the other. Use the accident to heighten your rank but never forget from whence it came. Do your work always with 'The Cause' in mind.