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\nDeep in the oval aura once I lay
\nMy spires were tinged with gray
\n(Over my eye: a bridge, as on a river)
\nInto the aura and back to the clay<\/p>\n
\nDeep in the oval aura once I lay
\nMy spires were tinged with gray
\n(Over my eye: a bridge, as on a river)
\nInto the aura and back to the clay<\/p>\n
The soil is frost-proof
\nIts eyes are dingy gray
\nThere is a flat cloud round about us
\nMy feet (standing) are feet of clay<\/p>\n
The babbling brook rushes in all my veins
\nThis is the slow breathing of the vasty deep
\nThis is the cloud wrapped round about us
\nThis is the will-o’-the-wisp in the wind<\/p>\n
With hues my eyes are crystal hard
\nFlesh, fire, and mud, out in the hunting yard
\nThe erotic horns in, heat seeking peace keeper
\nThe tremors are felt in the bearded forest<\/p>\n
Time is a little box with bells
\nAnd every tinkle is another death knell
\nComing like rain, cleansing the flesh
\nSwelling proud organs of plants<\/p>\n
Amazed, I place
\nMy hand upon the thing
\nAnd am that thing.
\nIts energy flows in my blood.
\nThe spirit flows between us,
\nOne substance.<\/p>\n
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