The Mystic Profile Picture!
Hey mystic waterman,
Hey mystic washer-man ,
You change your profile picture,
As Nature changes each day,
With silent dye of plasticity,
In her visual art at seasons' rooms.
My groom and your bride share,
The course of the change on mirror,
And feel the green taken by yellow,
From within, and without declares,
The advent of slipping into Vast Unconscious!
My vagabond's inquisitiveness,
Labors under impressions,
To have a link of your mystery,
Of your profile picture’s display,
The magic suggestiveness of your dumb,
And I turn purest physics endowed with,
Your bestowed Consciousness!
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