the electric webbing that surrounds
bouncing and is itself all things
reveals itself at dawn
the grammar of the woods need not
distinguish between question and answer
so neither do I that can’t help thinking
I can’t help but think what am I
that can't help thinking
i can't help but think what am i
that can't help thinking
i can't help but think
what am i?


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