Buffet and shake my little house
Dark and raging winds
filled with the lash of rain;
Remind me of mortality
Show me the risk of being alive
Separate from the fury of effervescence;
This restless, driving universe.
Give me this gift of fear
The last door through which I’ll pass;
Opening on the light that is
A Vulcan shower of forging sparks
Of which I am and always was a part
Though I deny it, in my little
Shaking house.
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