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SONG OF THE INTERIOR BEGIN

Some sky of hydraulic

spring Some season ever

So the tree for even

a twig O branch O earth

there is too (psalm)

Neither a pool nor

a crown And day spills

to where is O water

Begin! Begin! So sing

of lever Are eyes

shy? O iris O onyx

Into blouse of

Air go there!