| Suddenly, I am a single mind extended
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| Across an unknown geography,
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| Imprinted, as if by a river, on the moment.
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| A mind held in unison by a large gray tribe
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| Meandering in reverent concert among trees,
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| Feasting on leaves.
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| One great eye reflecting blue
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| From the turn inward
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| Toward the hidden sky.
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| I am drawn forward by the lattice,
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| A web of inaudible sound
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| Thrumming and gliding
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| Along the pathways we remember.
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| I am, we are,
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| Who can distinguish us?
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| A gathering of souls, hulking and muddied,
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| Large enough? |
| if there is a purpose?
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| To carry the accumulated joy of centuries
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| Walking thus within each other? |
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| Particular knowing and delight.
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| This is our grace: To be a note
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| In the exact chord that animates creation.
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| An ocean of mind moving
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| Forward and back,
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| Outside of any motion
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| Contained within it.
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| This is particle and wave. |
| How simple!
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| The merest conversation between us
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| Becoming the essential drone
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| Into which we gladly disappear.
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| A common music, a singular heavy tread,
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| Ceaselessly carving a path,
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| For the waters tumbling invisibly
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| Beneath.
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| I have always wanted to be with them, with you, so. |