we live in a tangible world
the ego still in its nursery years
sits up in its crib and drools
at any beautiful passing thing
think of humanity on the verge
of learning to drive the car
or think of the outer world
as a picture of the turmoil
in every human soul every
terrible/wonderful thing
that happens happening to all
and nothing left out or not useful
nothing not wasted on us
nothing not one with that will
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