MATERIAL OF HUNDREDS

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i envy only

shoulders

that shrug at eternity

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also i will learn

what the mystics learned

watching

the desert change

into an ocean

changing into

a desert

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rust never sleeps

it only dreams

of breaking through

the matter of its making

we

the stoics

have seen that future

too

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if i were to spit like them

my secret

would be revealed

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