Daniel Artemas Harmon

(May 10,1965 / Berkeley, Ca.)

Biography of Daniel Artemas Harmon

And there is a swirl as of smoke, within it flame,
and a weak voice says, 'where are the dreams thou
hadest? If they die, love dieth and there is nothing.
Dream again, o little ones, to become great.'

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Pass on what you know

Body, you say, or soul,
not understanding the whole.
When worms crawl through your brain
nothing of soul will remain-
there is no separate role.

Flick on the light: It will glow.
Flick it off and it will go.
So, when you die, will your mind,

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