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As I Go
Last evening's bright, high, tiny full moon Is, in its disappearance, yet visible to me, This Sunday afternoon. Oh, I realize that my eyes hyperbolize And my imagination leans toward distorting reality, When what's at stake is my personal seeing to it That the cosmos of which I'm sole maker Keeps operating of its own volition, Unaffected by all known laws natural or otherwise, Save those I create by intuition As I go.
10/04/09 - (1)
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