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BEN BOSTICK
WORLD WITHOUT MEASURE
In a breath on the blue
Under star so bright
So clean, so wide, these eyes
My senses
A prism
Infinite
My vision
Now I see
Over all is the breeze
Within all that breathe
Endless is the air
See the slant of the light
Eye refract true sight
The Tangle but one layer
The whole world
Is glory
The whole world
Is within me
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