This as Including That
This rock and the dry birds
Fluttering in blue leaves,
This rock and the priest,
The priest of nothingness who intones--
It is true that you live on this rock
And in it. It is wholly you.
It is true that there are thoughts
That move in the air as large as air,
That are almost not our own, but thoughts
To which we are related,
In an association like yours
With the rock and mine with you.
The iron settee is cold.
A fly crawls on the balustrades.
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