And feel the subterranean movement a fraction

and deep under ocean

the celibate rocks

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And in biting down on the great foam world

What is the looming thing

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Not money
not flesh
not happiness
But this, which makes me sing

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In the dumb city dawn I am senseless and drawn to the sun

as the blackbirds and the toppyknots

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Scoop my brains and let my heart have action

In its thousand million lots

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