In the faculty of
Procreation all
Moving and non-moving
Are the same.
Be a name
And have a fame
Rest no matter
If you have a theme.
Organs of defecation
And thereupon
It is fear
I know you appear.
It is hunger it is thirst
I know in the ocean
Of time that is with me
That is flowing and controlling.
Moon or sun
Both are conscious
And presiding the universe
With true identification.
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