I MIGHT MINGLE
This world is a circle, and we
go 'round. Not the only world,
nor the only circle either, I have
found. Descriptions defy their
describing - all things one
may not find.
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There is a ghost and a remnant
of the great All that is : was :
will be. These are but objects
that glimmer by illusion; events
take the shape of mass thought.
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Keep that mellow weaver to her
task; mind the cobbler, keep him
to the bench. Tie down his facts
of living, and all of her dreams
too. The human mind diversifies
unstoppably.
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