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You And I Have Spoken All These Words, But For The Way We Have To Go,words Are No Preparation. I Have One Small Drop Of Knowing In My Soul. Let It Dissolve In Your Ocean

Do You Think I Know What I'm Doing? That For One Breath Or Half-breath I Belong To Myself? As Much As A Pen Knows What It's Writing, Or The Ball Can Guess Where It's Going Next.

If Your Eyes Are Opened, You'll See The Things Worth Seeing.

All Day I Think About It, Then At Night I Say It. Where Did I Come From, And What Am I Supposed To Be Doing? I Have No Idea. My Soul Is From Elsewhere, I'm Sure Of That, And I Intend To End Up There.

He Is A Letter To Everyone. You Open It. It Says, Live.