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The light of night is quite bright The ground beneath me crunches Pebbles are veiled, cold to touch The grass carries wetness The night elevates There are layers to this fog, where sight transfers ownership to the sense I see it all quite clearly, in my memory ----------------------------------------------- 4 subjects of writing What i see This is what I observe. When I perceive, I discern one thing from another, I use logic and ponder relationships, What i am I sense my being. The expression of myself is expression of the world[my world] What i feel I am overwhelmed by the force larger than myself. There is nothing to analyze, to understand or ponder. The ocean's waves carry me, it is my motivator and my destination. Lest I die, the proof will be gone; yet I will still believe it to be true. What i know What is that which I know? I cannot know. What is known is not what you can see. It is not your own world, but the colliding ones. It is not th...