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     lifted out of context from
          LEAVES OF GRASS * (by Walt Whitman)

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That the exquisite scheme is for it, and the nebulous float
     is for it and the cohering is for it!
And all preparation is for it-- and identity is for it--
     and life and materials are altogether for it!

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Darest thou now O soul,
Walk out with me toward the unknown region,
Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow?
No map there, nor guide,
Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand,
Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land.
I know it not O soul,
Nor dost thou, all is a blank before us,
All waits undream'd of in that region, that inaccessible land.
Till when the ties loosen,
Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds bounding us.
Then we burst forth, we float,
In Time and Space O soul, prepared for them,
Equal, equipt at last, (O joy! O fruit of all) them to fulfill
(Some parturition rather, some solemn immortal birth;
On the frontiers to eyes impenetrable,
Some soul is passing over.)

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A transparent base shuddering lusciously under and throughout
     the universe
I but thee name, thee prophesy, as now,
I merely thee ejaculate!

Thee risen in potent cheerfulness and joy, in endless
     great hilarity,
Scattering for good the cloud that hung so long, that weigh'd
     so long upon the mind of man,

San Francisco
Spring-Summer
1967

* The entire Leaves of Grass is on the web. I haven't found the particular edition with the preliminary words used in this lifting. Here is a good discussion of Whitman as mystic.

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