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in
the sensible world
a
possum climbs never knowing
how
high the night
beside
itself with dinner ants
and
that's a kind of song too
or
we must sing to say
glows
with nothing numinous
it's
all hello
and
mean another thing by then
because
we've come to know
or
else
and
often hear my footsteps after
as
if I had been there
sunlight
climbs such stairs
to
tell
do
you doubt the voice in us?
we
who are to you as signs
salute
we
are to die
belief
is a sort of self then
faith
is finders keepers
the
problem of being
and
saying we are
meets
thing
in
of itself
knock
on the stone
come
in
I
am at home in light
dream
a way
a
bird walks into the forest
thinks
I
was always here
in
places between
there's
no way from
fly
and you're of the air
in
the sensible world
truth
comes teaching
it's
all edge tucked
patience!
moss
is making its way
steam
rises in its moment too
in
and of a self
meet
thing
in
of
and
action is taken
perhaps
it is upon
and
thing, meet mine
all
friends, liege men
women
too
we
dance in the same light
nothing
to be done here
a
sign of life to see
in the sensible world
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