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\nWe living ones are feeling beings,
\nmeeting all the other things.
\nWe taste the brook, the soup, the dust;
\nWe bud, we bloom, at last we crust.<\/p>\n
\nWe living ones are feeling beings,
\nmeeting all the other things.
\nWe taste the brook, the soup, the dust;
\nWe bud, we bloom, at last we crust.<\/p>\n
A mind depends on change in time
\nto feel what clashes, & what rhymes.
\nFrom birth one has an inner flame,
\nenough to play just this one game.<\/p>\n
Your body dies & takes your soul;
\nThe living play your rock & roll.
\n& what you feel, & what you tell
\nmay one day be a gushing well.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We living ones are feeling beings, meeting all the other things. We taste the brook, the soup, the dust; We bud, we bloom, at last we crust. A mind depends on change in time to feel what clashes, & what rhymes. From birth one has an inner flame, enough to play just this one game.… <\/p>\n