Put in my mouth
Persuasive words
In the presence of the lion.
Put in my hand
What must be given
In the presence of each person.
Put in our barbaric hearts
What must be felt
In the presence of this planet.
Put in my mouth
the life of each new word
I can find for child.
Put in my eyes
What must be seen
Beyond this destruction.
Put in my poor
mind
The stillness in the deep shade
Beneath each moment
We are given.
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