The centre and
the edge are one
I take this form
here and now
the shadows and
the passing sun
pass through
this world as and how
things past and
things not yet begun
the world's
tracks and paths allow
the spindle and
the thread that's spun
unbroken ground
before the plough
I am every rock and tree,
I am you and you are me,
I am death and
ecstasy.
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