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To know that breath always finds its depth
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Sometime you’ll walk all night. You’ll
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The seasons follow each other flawlessly
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I plan to stay here a little while
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You know. // From here,
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“It is not as if,” the philosopher writes, “an I exists
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Without the labor of thought, in that element,
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The stainless clouds go mounting
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boats of the spirit are burning
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O, my scouring eye
