'It matters not how strait the gate'

Such wonderous transit of an afternoon
Such blessed be my scroll
Post noon gorging works like cabbage,

With a soul now me
Stands finally at your gate,

And me
Like Henley
Sings
'It matters not how strait the gate'
Me rules my fate
Only You remain
As Whitman...
The Captain.

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