Lived on the stem the next
It lived on the ground
Luckily there are several
Others to carry on above
While the lost leaf
Crumbles into the underworld
All this world is made of
In its first expression
The first tingling of matter
As when a cock hardens
Or love embarrasses you
And you feel like you’re dying
But don’t depend on matter
It's the latter not the former
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