No matter if you're not choosing me I'm choosing me
Above all of the distractions in my life, to suit my
Own purpose, a portion of that person for me
In that secret place where I've recovered
Mended myself quickly to wholeness
The wind blows softly soundlessly
Every leaf is green as well as
The stream which runs
Beneath the flat
Smooth rock
Where we
Sit still
As
Stones
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