i feel like everything just blurs.
i feel caught in the middle, in every way.
nothing settles.
nothing really makes sense.
nothing comes into focus, either way.
i cannot even try to clutch for anything.
and so i wait.
and so i sit.
and so i keep my eyes open, on the horizon.
for this night is so long.
"Gentlemen look on this wonder,
Whatever the bids of the bidders they cannot be high enought for it,
For it the globe lay preparing quintrillions of years without one animal or plant,
For it be revolving cycles truly and steadily roll'd.
In this head the all-baffling brain,
In it and below it makings of heroes.
Examine these limbs, red, black, or white, they are cunning in tendon and nerve,
They shall be stript that you may see them.
Exquisite senses, life-lit eyes, pluck, violation,
Flakes of breast-muscle, pliant black backbone and neck, flesh not flabby, good-sized arms and legs,
And wonders within there yet.
Within there runs blood,
Te same old blood! the same red-running blood!
There swells and jets a heart, there all passions, desires, reachings, aspirations."
Whatever the bids of the bidders they cannot be high enought for it,
For it the globe lay preparing quintrillions of years without one animal or plant,
For it be revolving cycles truly and steadily roll'd.
In this head the all-baffling brain,
In it and below it makings of heroes.
Examine these limbs, red, black, or white, they are cunning in tendon and nerve,
They shall be stript that you may see them.
Exquisite senses, life-lit eyes, pluck, violation,
Flakes of breast-muscle, pliant black backbone and neck, flesh not flabby, good-sized arms and legs,
And wonders within there yet.
Within there runs blood,
Te same old blood! the same red-running blood!
There swells and jets a heart, there all passions, desires, reachings, aspirations."
[oh Walty, you put it so swell.]
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