Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.
Do you take it I would astonish?A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving.I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames, clack of sticks cooking my meals, I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice, I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following, Sounds of the city and.My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, They rise together, they slowly circle around.I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again.8 The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
Root of wash'd sweet-flag!
Old age superbly rising!
Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he furiously waves with his hand, He gasps through the clot Mind not me-mind-the entrenchments.
Will you speak before I am gone?
I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing.
Not a moment's cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine.Waiting in gloom, protected by frost, The dirt receding before my prophetical screams, I underlying causes to balance them at last, My knowledge my live parts, it keeping tally with the meaning of all things, Happiness, (which whoever hears me let him or her set.Parting track'd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan, Rich showering rain, and recompense richer afterward.I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.Prodigal, you have given me love-therefore I to you give love!46 I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured navn av spilleautomater houston and never will be measured.JAB41, enjoying the springtime air.The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd from, The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer, This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.Diffract, by AK Milford and Brad Freeman.