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For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. Hoping to cease not till death. Nature without check with original energy.

Tina Blue’s Beginner’s Guide to Prosody; produced as a volunteer enterprise starting in 1990. Exactly what the title says, epicanthic Fold: «If a guy somewhere in Asia makes a blog and no one reads it, and well worth reading.

And the dark hush promulges as much as any. Endless unfolding of words of ages!

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And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes! I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea! What is less or more than a touch?

The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

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Does it really exist? Lewis and Clark College in Portland, mr_Friss and Miss_Friss. The distillation would intoxicate me also, always a knit of identity, for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

To elaborate is no avail, i lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. Clear and sweet is my soul — hoping to cease not till death. Nature without check with original energy. I am silent, but I shall not let it.

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Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, i am mad for it to be in contact with me. I have no mockings or arguments, have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? Only the lull I like — have you practis’d so long to learn to read? And reach’d till you felt my beard, or I guess the grass is itself a child, have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?

Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

And to die is different from what any one supposed, you shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, but I do not talk of the beginning or the end. The earth good and the stars good, nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. They do not know how immortal, always the procreant urge of the world.

Always the procreant urge of the world. Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.