I
am forever walking upon these shores, betwixt the sand and the poam, The Hig
tide will erase my foot prints, and the wind will blow away the poam.
But
the sea and the shore will remain Forever.
Once
I filled my hand with mist. Then I opened it lo, the mist was a worm.
And
I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird. And again I
closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird.
And
again I close and opened my hand opened
my hand, and it hollow stood a man with sad face, turned upward.
And
again I close
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