there is no joy in being the rug
that has never been walked upon
or the bridge
that has never been crossed
or the eye
that has never seen
or the being
that has never been with a being
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POETRY AND COMMENTS ON WHAT I HAVE SEEN AND OTHER STUFF I DO SOMETIMES (probably not suitable for children or adults) (awareness is not a product of thought)
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