There- a universe:
Don't blink.
You'll miss it.
A blade of grass that
contains a monument;
here and now,
and the tree of life again
Go ahead.
Take a bite.
Don't be afraid.
It is your own world
which you have made
On beds of roses
she was laid.
The dead looked on
in solemnity
She could not feel
their enmity.
She lived in that
other world, the
monumental, (the)
here and now
You and I-
Blade of grass
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