I am no different
Than him
Or her.
Than they,
Or her.
Than they,
I hold no extra,
Nor
do I lack a chord
Nor
do I lack a chord
We all inhale
The beauty of botany
& fumble across plains of mud --
The beauty of botany
& fumble across plains of mud --
Open our eyelids to see,
Hear, speak
of a wisdom in our skull.
Yet the knower not always grow
his
own
mind.
Hear, speak
of a wisdom in our skull.
Yet the knower not always grow
his
own
mind.
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