nah, son

“is there a second or third place”—nah, son,
poets don’t count—we shine, for show and tell,
yell o, holler at your homey heart, and look up:
sol omnibus lucet; word is bond, born bright night
and day, the moon may—but heaven’s hot eye—
o man has from far and long, yet come to stand!

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