Call between the bars, and I will come.
A bird of heaven, of earth’s closed cage,
as your own, I will come. Place this world
in the place held for me in the next, like rain
for the earth, like dust put beyond your hand
by the wind that forfeits touching me, and I will come.
Bring song to my death, strong wine to my tomb.
Stand a cypress among ferns, move your full
height with the breeze, give your fragrance and
dancing I will rise, clapping I will come to you
embraced and young. Visit the day I die
with one breath and I will rise; I will come.

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