
Seed Perfection
In this broad earth of ours,
Amid the measureless grossness
and the slag,
Enclosed and safe within
its central heart,
Nestles the seed perfection.
By every life a share
or more or less,
None born but it is born,
conceal'd or unconceal'd
the seed is waiting ...
~ Walt Whitman
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