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sprouts of infinite unconsciousness
under this suburban sky,
as if we were certain of infinite harvests
we roam
nevertheless
between from the seed to its only fruit
it may take a whole lifetime
we are sprouts of infinite unconsciousness
prisoners among the clods of the field
waiting for a saving gust of wind and the tears from the sky,
our salvation, lost in eternity
meanwhile
as if we were certain of infinite harvests
we roam
nevertheless
between from the seed to its only fruit
it may take a whole lifetime
we are sprouts of infinite unconsciousness
prisoners among the clods of the field
waiting for a saving gust of wind and the tears from the sky,
our salvation, lost in eternity
meanwhile
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