Nonchalance
Why is it that I cannot fear
When others are afraid,
But in the lightning's center I
Walk barefoot, undismayed?
Though frail the walls of flesh that hold
They are as granite too,
Thin-carven as a pane of stone
For light to filter through.
When other careful-minded men
Seek prudent shelter, I
With nonchalance of thunder-doom
Assail the splendid sky,
As if I knew how far could reach
The dreadful hand of God,
And just escaped his fingers with
A not unhostile nod.
When others are afraid,
But in the lightning's center I
Walk barefoot, undismayed?
Though frail the walls of flesh that hold
They are as granite too,
Thin-carven as a pane of stone
For light to filter through.
When other careful-minded men
Seek prudent shelter, I
With nonchalance of thunder-doom
Assail the splendid sky,
As if I knew how far could reach
The dreadful hand of God,
And just escaped his fingers with
A not unhostile nod.
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