The whole world is in a sandwich,
It is narrow but it is tall, On the inside it is vast, So that the radiant songs pall Of the inner forest with its Burled trees, with its black- Eyed bluebirds, spreading Across mountains, on the back Of hills. Sometimes a bear trap Snaps, the bear roras and drops His head. Then the lights of Love and awe, in the copse The psychedelic passiflora Bunched shrubs across the dun Trunks of dim trees, the wind Stirs, and gilds the web spun, And the water trickling down The hillside soaks the crinkling Lichen, the moss grows soft
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