this morning the zebras sweat in the sun like the first muscled farmers-
the forest breathes quietly and the stones have a gentle pulse,
impossible for our ears alone to sense.
Nature dissolves and rebuilds all around us-
she displays inconsistence- she behaves in ways still mysterious;
we think on our errors. We think on temptations.
We let our dreams wade through the mud of our thoughts-
une grande melange of ideas- we are forming great works-
from here all the way to the other side of the universe(s).
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the forest breathes quietly and the stones have a gentle pulse,
impossible for our ears alone to sense.
Nature dissolves and rebuilds all around us-
she displays inconsistence- she behaves in ways still mysterious;
we think on our errors. We think on temptations.
We let our dreams wade through the mud of our thoughts-
une grande melange of ideas- we are forming great works-
from here all the way to the other side of the universe(s).
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seriphos:
Woah, time to lay off the peyote for awhile!
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filthyrich555:
we let our dreams wade through the mud of our thoughts... me like