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The Monk Who Parted The Grasses
While barefoot breathing the steam of Elijah Blue, Pampas and Plume seeds
Yield the walk, parting the way let us sit in tranquility and cultivate
Our thoughts lower our lids, not our heads, where sticky mud prints wet
Kneeling to sip hot soup singing red immortal leaves of grass, bodies of blade
How sweet the gasping sway
Yield the walk, parting the way let us sit in tranquility and cultivate
Our thoughts lower our lids, not our heads, where sticky mud prints wet
Kneeling to sip hot soup singing red immortal leaves of grass, bodies of blade
How sweet the gasping sway
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