fitting here, flowers are born, rain or sun, exist until, confined to non seeing nor feeling committing, and all fish born with minds and imaginations water bound, their notion of space filled with matter as much physical and present as they are, birds are to accept their feathers and as much smallness as unlikeness at first unable to leave ground while, where Im to fear or not fear: we woman, or our ritual religion fun. - a
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