So All
My skin is tautly wrapped around my body, but my soul stretches as the sky beyond the one arcing horizon without corners or ends. Paint your life upon that canvas as the clouds after a storm, starting with the colors of my eyes. Go forwards and backwards. Up and down. Leave your mark on the world embedded in my soul.
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Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round...
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