Abandon all center
for you are the universal.
There’s not a leaf on a tree
by a river that’s flowing
past hills and through cities
of mills that you aren’t.
There’s not a scene
in a list by Walt Whitman
you don’t inhabit.
Nothing you do is done
by some encapsulated
you—in your manifest
intent on knowing
you’re unmanifest.
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