I listen to your talk
Then to your thought, exploring
Catch the fancy,
At the terminal of ideas,
There is a security check
Not all are absorbed, some rejected
Do you think the clouds in the sky
Or the waters of the sea
Care if you are moral
Blot them out or soak them up.
Their opinions are in a state of rest
Or chaos
We, smell each other
With delight
Watch with requite
Touch and feel
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