What am I? Nosing here, turning leaves over Following a faint stain on the air to the river`s edge I enter water. Who am I to split The glassy grain of water looking upward I see the bed Of the river above me upside down very clear What am I doing here in mid-air? Why do I find this frog so interesting as I inspect its most secret interior and make it my own? Do these weeds know me and name me to each other have they seen me before do I fit in their world? I seem separate from the ground and not rooted but dropped out of nothing casually I`ve no threads fastening me to anything I can go anywhere I seem to have been given the freedom of this place what am I then? And picking bits of bark off this rotten stump gives me no pleasure and it`s no use so why do I do it me and doing that have coincided very queerly But what shall I be called am I the first have I an owner what shape am I what shape am I am I huge if I go to the end on this way past these trees and past these trees till I get tired that`s touching one wall of me for the moment if I sit still how everything stops to watch me I suppose I am the exact centre but there`s all this what is it roots roots roots roots and here`s the water again very queer but I`ll go on lookingSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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