O, it will take a better man than I
To undo all those tangles carefully,
For though I should work at it 'til I die
(I doubt I have the patience) it would be
A task for those of greater intellect,
More built for logic than for daring deeds.
And though in some those skills may intersect,
I am not one. In me the courage feeds
On other food than logic and slow sense:
On intuition and on inspiration.
And so though some may later call me dense
I must refuse this task, for my vocation
Is to, I think, far other labors. But
If you insist on my advice, just cut.
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