A poem simply sounds the bell, o
f that which words could never tell.
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thinking
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MINE
A
ll power is mine,
How then,
Find you cause
For idolatry,
And in my thinking,
Become blind?
All power is mine,
Then I am you,
And thinking
With my mind.
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