though I was a nobody, I will not even before there
seated meditation,
the old man with a body joined the skin to the bone...
meditation on the edge of the Tomb waiting for age,
I continually shout out, “That solitude Give worth study” Then study what does I get? When solitude when you absent to tempt Fill each blank space at my eye with its attending
I hear the rumble of the voice
Buried for centurries
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