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Somewhere I sit beneath a tree & elsewhere that tree sits beneath me Somewhere there are people who speak colors or else they cry for what they see Somewhere lay a thousand eyes upon us deep within clouds we do not pierce & somewhere else the plants have voices men are silent, they've ceased to be Somewhere the moonlight tints the morning & the sun does not set; it refuses Somewhere all that is will be upon us in an instant; all insanity rends the minds of logic granting bird-calls to the one who's truly free Somewhere still, the all-at-onceness strikes in holy totality & decreeing that the sky must now be parted to draw distinction between o'er the deepest sea
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Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 3:01 PM UTC
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Somewhere I sit beneath a tree & elsewhere that tree sits beneath me Somewhere there are people who speak colors or else they cry for what they see Somewhere lay a thousand eyes upon us deep within clouds we do not pierce & somewhere else the plants have voices men are silent, they've ceased to be Somewhere the moonlight tints the morning & the sun does not set; it refuses Somewhere all that is will be upon us in an instant; all insanity rends the minds of logic granting bird-calls to the one who's truly free Somewhere still, the all-at-onceness strikes in holy totality & decreeing that the sky must now be parted to draw distinction between o'er the deepest sea
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Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 3:01 PM UTC
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