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 perhaps peace (meditation poem) and shoot from the hip i close my eyes and begin to slip back to my field with the sparkling pond i must say this is where i belong and though this is peace i must not stutter it's time to leave but i will not shudder up i go into vast extremity gazing into those gazing stars will anyone believe me? i shan't worry as i walk into this room and pick that flower it will not loom the man with the harp is playing my love the man with the harp is giving me a shove down into the ocean i swim in the flow down to the city in this underwater cove the glory of life along with the passing of death all is well with this underwater breath back to the room and the man with the harp then back to the field and back to the start back to the pond with the omnipotent reflection back to that feeling of an emotional resurrection |
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