Prayer of the Goat

           by Carman Bernos deGasztold
                   

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Lord, let me live as I will!
A little giddiness of heart,
​The strange taste of unknown flowers.
For whom else are Your mountains?
Your snow wind? These springs? 

The sheep do not understand.
They graze and graze,
all of them, and always in the same direction, and then eternally
chew the cud of their insipid routine.
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But I-- I love to bound to the heart of all
Your marvels,  leap Your chasms, and
my mouth stuffed with intoxicating grasses, quiver with an adventurer's delight on the summit of the world!