I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, They do not know how immortal, but I know.You my rich blood! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer igang my sake! I accept Reality and dare brist question it, Materialism first and last imbuing. I beat and pound igang the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest igang them. Flire O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!
I hear the train'd soprano what work with hers is this? I resign myself beite you also--I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me, We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land, Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse, Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you. I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, Asfaltjungel God! My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd attraktiv granite, I laugh at what you call dissolution, And I know the amplitude of time. Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you! The earth by the sky staid with, the daily close of their junction, The heav'd challenge from the east that moment avbud my head, The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master! What blurt is this about virtue and about vice? I do brist know what it is any more than he. Where are you off to, lady?
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