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None does see

How the earth rests
When time of all clash.
And none
Sees or how we set
In minds of flower seeds.
And none does ever know
For when the crystal
Turns to clay.
And how the end is wept
In a South Asian night--
And felt the salt of day
And smelled
The foam of crest.
Spilled
Upon the frogs choir.
Lost in a midnight muddle.
To spill
A million thousand smiles
Into an Einstein infinity--
Without ever knowing
The brilliant illuminations
Of a star
Being born out there--
And unrehearsed
We here remain
As the Golden Decoy!

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.......... For all the distance,
....... That incites ones mind,
...... Of loneliness in thought,
...... My consciousness grows,
......... To its greatest power.

........ But as for the ultimate,
........... Overriding power,
............ Of life's passions,
.............. Its recognized,
................... By me,
................... In you!

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