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I Wish I Could Find An Event That Meant As Much As Simple Seeing.

God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul Are One.

Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)

In A Dark Time, The Eye Begins To See / I Meet My Shadow In The Deepening Shade...dark, Dark My Light, And Darker My Desire.