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I Am A Soul In The World: In The World Of My Soul The Whirled Light From The Day The Sacked Land Of My Father.

The Torture Of Being The Unseen Object, And The Constantly Observed Subject.

Lately, I've Become Accustomed To The Way The Ground Opens Up And Envelopes Me Each Time I Go Out To Walk The Dog.

To Name Something Is To Wait For It In The Place You Think It Will Pass.

Words Have Users, But As Well, Users Have Words. And It Is The Users That Establish The World's Realities.