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Panpsychism

My conciousness is my self.
I am now a spot on birch bark.
Daphne, barefooted appears.
She touched my left shoulder
With the tip of one of her leaves,
The touch makes the sap
Inside my shoulder ignite.
The inner flames illuminate the earth.
I experience reality for the first time.
 
                   — Duane Locke

 
The Stella Poems
Duane Locke
Paperback | Nov 2018
in store $13.30

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