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Every mind is a miracle_
A vase imagining
What it must be 
To be a vase.
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No.
This is not freefall
  nor inner monologue.
the words you see here
  were picked over,
  certain,
and shall be_
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Quiet, quiet.

Exegesis of perfect prose.

I want to live there.

Not on your pond, but upon your pond in prose.

Find the softness, the clarity in speaking.

The God who calms, absolves,

Follows quietly over bracken and branch,

The trees black pillars

In the long vaporous light of morning.

The sounds of villages distant.

The distant train retreating.

I hear you speaking.

Not a possible life,

I hear.

But a possible heart.

I hear,

A possible self.

I hear

Quiet. Quiet.


//H. D. Thoreau//
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Pensées,
  Epigrams_
Cheetos of
  The Interwebs.
Salty, quick_
Leaving out too much,
  Letting in too little.
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Amber amulet ampersand
Further you furtherance.
Donated donuts for plutonium.
Yes, Lawanda, I am gratified.
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I want your God,
That electric force, 
Epileptic revelation—
That lightening,
That star tilt
That wakes up on wet grass.
Deep, rich, blue.
Holy morning.
And sense the threads
Between me
And everyone
And everything.
To stand, a man,
In truth.  Alone.

//Whitman//
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