timelocktoday
California
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It rolled out from the heart of nature,
For this my mind tuns back to the past;
The appeals of nature came,
And opened up moisture that didn't last
Like a volcano's tongue of flame
Which calls for liquid have a care,
Up from the burning ground below
And the firefighters with an air.
The conscious stones which beauty grew,
When man and woman, still wan and pale
The temples grew as the grass grows
And calls for water by the pail.
Art might obey, but not trancend,
And so they came---those late pioneers,
The passive master lent his hand
And to know both hopes and fears.
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