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We’re tales telling tales.

From a poem called "Salutation To Walt Whitman" (I knew I sensed his presence here)--

Great homosexual who rubs against the diversity of things....
Pimp of the whole Universe,
Slut of all solar systems, pansy of God!

lmao

“O ship setting out on a distant voyage,
Why don't I miss you the way other people do After you've vanished from sight?
Because, when I don't see you, you cease to exist.
And if I feel nostalgia for what doesn't exist, The feeling is in relationship to nothing.
It's not the ship but our own selves that we miss.”

“To put back all the things people cluttered up
because they didn't understand what they were. “

“At other times I hear the wind blow,
And I feel that it was worth being born just to hear the wind blow.”

Romanticizing life. He like me frfr.

The sunset is beautiful, and so is the night that remains.

XLVI: I don't always manage to feel what I know I should feel. Only very slowly does my thought swim across the river, Weighed down as it is by the suit men forced it to wear.

VIII from the Keeper of Sheep.

Felt like I was teleported into the poem. A majestic experience.