Wound me with worse than makes the puma cry
If that is what you want than say good-bye
And make a show of it, letting me know
That you really will be gone when you go
But if you will be gentle then be quiet,
Go melt into the night and when you’re set
I will waken to your absence without a why,
Then having understood, move on or die.
Either way will hurt me no more or less
Seizing me with the feverish madness
That is only rid of with special ways
Known by the sun-cat with the coat of rays
Speckled beneath the forest canopy:
Go seek my cousin, he will say to me.
Taking my woes to the wilds I would sing
Of the burning sorrows that blaze, that bring
Even the puma to cry from his heights
Into the deep jungle in the deep night.
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