with love for the sun,
and I wanted my masks no more.
And as if in a trance I cried, “Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.”
Thus I became a madman.
How I Became a Madman
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My soul and I went down to the great sea to bathe. And when we reached the shore,
we went about looking for a hidden and lonely place.
“For there is no lonely, hidden place where we can bathe.
I would not have this wind lift my golden hair, or bare my white bosom in this air,
or let the light disclose my scared nakedness.”
Then we left that sea to seek the Greater Sea.
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