The force of conscious thought
only lately recovering from
the force of willfulness itself
the strength implanted in nature
set going and intelligently maintained
even a man-made lake
perfectly catches the rays
of a blinding blessing
as could knock you off
your horse were this
the century of the plains
had you the sense that’s in a plant
or the rain that’s in sorrow
or the yellow in yarrow.
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