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It is of no use to ask why birds commendthe spirit of a day, nor how near theirsong gets to sunlight.We waken to such things, we come to availas an op..
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Known, let it be--of sight inhaling the fragranceof roses...of touch hearing the impactful soundsof stones sacramentally tasted.The senses shall be as..
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Hoarse as the silence Virgil wore...to allow for a clearing,be it a soul.A spring breeze caught in thethroat of winter saith: "Hereis your point (rema..
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In a series of spaces change appears...of that whichchanges, moves profoundly.Made of what's sudden in its ever-presence, pouredin rather than driven ..
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All this verity elongates the will,till the averages of distances yellwhat's far, far afield.Moonlit feet in the bare on blackgrass...go at the ground..
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I, Michelangelo was fair game amongst human animalia...until I latched upon the vault of Heaven.In light of total Absorption...I betook to throngs of ..
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The astronomical each to each...cherry blossomed, gut wrenched...pink and pent up...an achy nostalgiagiven to Spring as always...for a seemingly perve..
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Subtlety employs all works inprogress...as silence resoundsangels in snowy landings.How close can reality get beforeit begins to reside within thatwhi..
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By some Remove privy to self-preservation'sextras...to be, or not to be had...beached, I'vebeen...electromagnetically torn asunder!Odd sounds do, and ..
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O to dawn on oneself...freed of particulars...bears infinite repeating.Standing in place...aschange moves...people,places, things--also standingin pla..
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