CONSCIOUSNESS

I would go alone and findWhat is granted to the mindTo partake of and to give,Without audience to live.The world's rush hurtles pastfaster, faster, yet more fast—trivial thoughts that cannot last.

I would hold me still to letThoughts I never could forgetFill the moments of my day,Nothing would I have to say.No listener need hold,no attention be controlled,as great thoughts to me unfold.

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