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I will admit I've learned, no, I've absorbed, the sullen firs,
The moss, the ferns, the dark and dreadful dripping sky,
The surging waters, sorrow, death, and, now, beneath
Your shallow sun and trees like lollipops and flat
Horizons, I am out of place, a bat among a cattle herd.
A thousand races crowd the shore, and babble sets
The mind aflame, but, here, a single voice prevails,
A dull and never-changing lowing, lulling those who
Hear it, and who make it, into mindlessness. The
Drone of God and country, and of whiteness, and
The certainty that things which are not these are
Evil, casts a pall across this otherwise absurdly
Cheery land. I love it here when only you are
With me looking out across this valley at the
Rippling fields, but all the darkness I absorbed,
The ringing in my ears that comes from never
Hearing foreign voices, force me, after all these
Years, to open up my wings and fly for home.

poem by Lawrence Beck
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