While its two dreaming disciples
Go on dozing in the garden
Thinking tends the midnight fire
Starving to care for
Its two grown children
Thinking is not ashamed
To wash dishes or toilets
Or sit idly biding its time
Thinking realizes it’s alone
Holding itself equal
To its untold perceptions
Thinking is the cup
The father passes back
To his son or daughter
Here drink and live hereafter
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