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By John Wilson
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Section 1: Where are we GOING? >
For my children Claire and Ian Wilson with all my love.
Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill
If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.
We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun,
We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the day break.
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, Song of Myself
Copyright © 2004 John Wilson