A Proud Man Walks in the Desert
Out of this desert only I-
Dung of the earth and spawn of the sky.
This sage lies down at the tread I make;
These blankets of the desert shake.
The rattler and the lizard crawl
To stony tunnels. I of all
This death in dust assume to be
The Godhead in identity.
T alone may walk and fling
My pride at earth for pride to sing;
And loudly on my chest declare
My selfhood through the desert air,
Beating to bid my courage thrive
And keep my very God alive.
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