I see ripples floating on the pond
Tiny perfect circles of lifelessness
I wonder if I could be so peaceful?
As the advancing tranquil disturbances
I hear birds calling testimony
Through the boughs of trees so high
Could I ever sound so beautiful?
As the magnificent rantings
I taste summer pollen in the air
Shaken into a comatose journey
Could I ever taste so sweet?
As the flawless abominations
I smell fresh-rain ferns
Watered into a faultless death
Could I ever smell as good?
As these pleasant condemned
I feel pointed spheres of smooth
Pebbles settled silent under my hands
Could I ever feel as unflawed?
As this dreamlike pain
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