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from my chin to my legs
a filament
while the spider runs helter kelter
inspired by
A Noiseless Patient Spider
A NOISELESS, patient spider,
I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them-ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, -seeking the spheres, to
connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form'd-till the ductile anchor
hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.10
Walt Whitman
john tiong chunghoo
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