"everyone is fucked up inside..but it is only the bravest people that can admit to it."
-me

Walt Whitman (1819–1892).  Leaves of Grass.  1900.

19. I Sing the Body Electric


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I SING the Body electric;  
The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them;  
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,  
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul.  
  
Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves;          5
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?  
And if the body does not do as much as the Soul?  
And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul?  

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