Waters fall 
Creation looking on

The world does not encourage a perfectly rational army because
when we die - 
I want life to go on aching still

Through centuries above 
Enlightened to a larger pain 
By contrast with
the dew 
The frost beheads it at its play 
In
accidental power 
The bone that has no price 
The walls began to tell ;

Creation

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The moon was but a play 
The only one
forestalling mine 
His eccentricities 
You do n't know where it goes 
Could be
the smile 
Upon her friend she could bestow

Were such her silver will ! 
And
night is darkening round me so

I live on the run 
Because 
I do n't have a missing friend -- 
And 
I cannot explain that in lines

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Moon

They say that ' time assuages,
' -- 
Time never did assuage; 
An actual suffering strengthens,

As sinews do, with age 
Time is a movable feast

First the smiles, then the letting go 
The
research
forms take final
shape,

Each figure
like a page 
Of prancing poetry 
This world is mud -
luscious the little children of the iron bell 
Calls
the faithful
father

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It
wasted
from
my sight, must remain
a delight 
Nor the heavy knitting of the past 
Yes, it
makes a happy sound

It
was a sentence-generating organism
and 
Wilhelm

Reich who said he was a sentence-generating organism and 
Wilhelm

Reich who said he
was a bundle
of conditioned reflexes and 
Chomsky who said that man was absurd

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