The sky, a tree, a rose, a fish, a flower — but what holds it all together?
If I say love, will you smile? — You, a woven galaxy of nerves?
You, with your suppleness and warmth, and the science of your eyes?
Never mind what the Greeks said, or Darwin, or Shakespeare.
Open wide your gates. Shed your raiment. Put down your shield.
Behold our trembling flesh. Is it charged with spirit? Will we ever know?
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