One's not half two. It's two are halves of one.
The sensual mysticism of entire vertical being.
All ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again.
Really unreal world, will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?
may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you