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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 [written over crossed-out
illegible line]
And
It is the witness and
this equally real
albic dawn
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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