APAD – 15

Random Lines by Whitman

My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach

Always a knit of identity … always distinction … always a breed

of life

The sound of the belched words of my voice … words loosed to the

eddies of the wind

They pour and they pour, and they exhale away.


Lines from Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman

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