UNFOLD! UNFOLDI
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I was pure as a worm on a leaf; I cherished the mould's children.
Beetles sweetened my breath.
I slept like an insect.
I met a collector of string, a shepherd of slow forms.
My mission became the salvation of minnows.
I stretched like a board, almost a .tree.
Even thread had a speech.
Later, I did and I danced in the simple wood.
A mouse taught me how. I was a happy asker.
Quite-by-chance brought me many cookies.
I jumped in butter.
Hair had kisses.
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Easy the life of the mouth. What a lust for ripeness!
All openings praise us, even oily holes.
The bulb unravels. Who's floating? Not me.
The eye perishes in the small vision.
What else has the vine loosened?
I hear a dead tongue halloo.
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Sing, sing, you symbols! All simple creatures,
All small shapes, willow-shy,
In
the obscure haze, sing!
A light song comes from the leaves.
A slow sigh says yes. And light sighs;
A low voice, summer-sad.
Is it you, cold father? Father,
For whom the minnows sang?
A house for wisdom; a field for revelation.
Speak to the stones, and the stars answer.
At first the visible obscures:
Go
where light is.
