O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
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I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, And all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems.
Will you speak before I am gone?
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What is a man anyhow?
And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.
For I see you, You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.
15 The pure contralto sings in the organ loft, The carpenter dresses his plank, the tongue of his foreplane whistles its wild ascending lisp, The married and unmarried children ride home to their Thanksgiving dinner, The pilot seizes the king-pin, he heaves down with.Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.) I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns-O grass of graves-O perpetual transfers and promotions, If you.A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me, The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening.Becoming already a creator, Putting myself here and now to the ambush'd womb of the shadows.