If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you!
The clock indicates the moment-but what does eternity indicate?
Does the daylight astonish?
The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad.Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you!There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland to witness and assist against.28 Is this then a touch?
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