With images
I view,
Just a view.
Not all erotic,
But all live,
All life.
I view
In your presence
Here
At this shore.
No err, also
No chance to commit,
But see me
All clean.
My journey-
To relieve suffering.
And my writings,
You see
With no irregular
In conduct,
And my movement-
Not uncertain.
Nothing to
Wear away
I know
And I view
In this way.
I view
Therefore
I write
With images.
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