the eye yoke breaks
baring the burden of living
be happy, be inhaling always
be the sleeping man
murmuring yes yes always
or else the hand will let go-
Let go Now, know the current
be the bird swimming to the rapids
from the shore and bobble all
the way to the edge, of the falls
and before going over,
break open in to flight
and glide down
over the Lower Niagara.
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