I'm a Singaporean, what's your superpower?

Delightful and beautiful, and pure as the run

High amid the sea of splendor into the night,

Count well this poem with thy insurgent weavers,

After the last ecstasy of satiate thirst:

Wrote the hollow Oedipus in the Sparkling

To breathe those glory of the queenliest hour!

Although your gentle legends to your dash belong;

Enough to clasp the fire in every star;

Grant me a word of this perpetual symbol

Writ by some curious wind of memory song:

Brought down the fires of the planetary glow

Light as the yellow fire of an golden air,

Dawn, the beautiful in thy beautiful vision!

Walked together with the rumor in the daylight,

Seest thou the shadowy semblance of thine face,

Gleamed like a tawny empty landscape in the air

Some dark Sicilian town of the Unconscious fair.

Wafts of torches yours familiar footsteps pass,

Changed with age into a mountain of desire,

Every bow of bow my vessel encounter,

Light as a spell in an ominous dim sonnet,

They might remember me on look, but caravan

Give a familiar touch to every land,

May reach thy radiant ion with our Rules.

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