BEING
The apples, then, remain - as just
'the apples.' Nothing more than
that, nor any less besides. Only
such leaves chance to reason.
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We have no more; actually,
only ourselves, by which to
define and make these things
proclaim. For their selves, all
this life-force speaking.
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Like the barber pole now,
devoid of reason yet sill
found ample - each line
and color goes on to have
a meaning of its own.
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This life may be still, but it
is always on the move : the
filling red of blood, the
circling swirl of blue.
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