Stop this day and night with me
And you shall posses the origin of ALL poems
You shall posses the good of the earth and Sun...
There are millions of Suns left,
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand..
nor look through the eyes of the dead..
nor feed on the specters in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either,
nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides
and filter them for yourself.
Walt Whitman
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