My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite, I laugh at what you call dissolution, And I know the amplitude of time.
Quivering me to a new identity, Flames and ether making a rush for my veins, Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them, My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself, On all sides prurient provokers.
Again the long roll of the drummers, Again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive.
Embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering, See myself in prison shaped like another man, And feel the dull unintermitted pain.By the city's quadrangular houses-in log huts, camping with lumber-men, Along the ruts of the turnpike, along the dry gulch and rivulet bed, Weeding my onion-patch or hosing rows of carrots and parsnips, crossing savannas, trailing in forests, Prospecting, gold-digging, girdling the trees.Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, webcam sex billige conformity goes to the fourth-remov'd, I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.48 I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy.You are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded, I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no, And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.
My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets and public halls, coming naked to me at night, Crying by day, Ahoy!
I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing.
How the flukes splash!
Have you reckon'd the earth much?
The question for former Trump campaign manager Paul Manafort is whether he properly reported income made overseas.Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.Root of wash'd sweet-flag!Night of south winds-night of the large few stars!I troop forth replenish'd with supreme power, one of an average unending procession, Inland berlin Dating and sea-coast we go, and pass all boundary lines, Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth, The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands.Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current lokale sex deler listen and index.