Going on in the inside
You know how you try
To pick out your own voice
Is that really what I sound
And look like
Not what I hear and see
From the other side of me
Which means matter must be
Everything on the outside
The totality of things and spirit
Must be everything on the inside
The infinity of the separate thing
Harboring a multitude of voices
And trying to get them to sing
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