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I am the poet of reality
I say The know the
earth is not an echo
Man Nor man not an apparition
But that all I seeseem is real
And it is the witness and
albic dawn this equally real of [illegible]
[several illegible words] not yet
seen
But which I know to be equally
real. I know.
I know you too , solid
earth [illegible] grow and
and rocks
I have been
¶ I believe in have split the
earth
and the hard coal and rock
And and the solid bed of the sea
And have sent my soul
And went down to take board reconnoitre there
a long time
And I may bring me back
it a report.
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