8168. I ADMIT TO THIS

I ADMIT TO THIS

My wholesome love in this

one life for Nature's traps

has been superseded by 

nothing alike to that : I 

take a partial view of

flowers in the field, and 

of tall buildings too. Yet,

I retain my love for things 

of other natures. Did I grow

up in a magic time, when  

9 was 6 and 6 was 9? 

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No, no, I cannot now rehearse the

after-growth of what has already gone.

So, you see I am lost but for the carnal. 

All else has become my personal spiritual 

deliverance. When the dead re-arise, are we

so sure they'll be this happy? Yesterday's

clothes can look pretty crappy.