A running stream
A gurgling stream
A depth
A thought
A line of thoughts
Cluster of eggs
Of evolution
All giggling
Matter: energy
And spells
That run on tiny
Feet:
On a hill
Glistening
In to the light
Of moon and song
Of nightingale
A running stream
A gurgling stream
A depth
A thought
A line of thoughts
Cluster of eggs
Of evolution
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