I would there were words
to express the sublimity--
so loving the world as to
be torn by every pang of
every creature ever to
perceive. That is the
lining. All living is
awareness, our dance
in matter, particular.
Stir soul, stir electric
the serpent. To fly is
to swim and to burn is
to become stone
all of it eventually,
you know the story of
the prism and the rose.
You're seeing with the
thousand eyes dancing.
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