The open in me   
 the open for the other   
 open to others.   
   
 Eye flip   
 shells in the reflection of the free exit   
 through the eyes of the animal.  
    
 From childhood   
 we were on the forecourt of appearances   
 the support of remonstrations. 

 To write the full and the loose   
 from pinnacle to pulpit   
 to go up the slope.  
        
 And then the day was pure essence   
 and the flowers opened   
 drumming call of the minstrels.  

    
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