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The Beethoven of words
Such a spectacular sunrise this morning. With clear air and a cloudless sky, the light edges up over the mountains across the Bay, bringing Whitman to mind:
To behold the daybreak!
The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows.
The air tastes good to my palate.
Hefts of the moving world turn on innocent bearings,
silently rising, freshly exuding,
Scooting obliquely high and low.
Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs.
Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.
The earth by the sky staid
with the daily close of their junction.
The heaved challenge from the east that moment
over my head,
The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master!
Dazzling and tremendous how quick
the sunrise would kill me
If I could not now and always send sunrise out of my self.
We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun.
We found our own way my soul in
the calm and cool of the daybreak.
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach.
With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds
and volumes of worlds.
The man was a prayer for his species.
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