'I resolved it, I
found in my life a center and secured it.
It is the house,
trees beyond, a term
of view encasing it.
The weather
reaches only as some
wind, a little
deadened sighing. And
if the life weren't?
when was something to
happen, had I secured
that -- had I, had
I, insistent.
There is nothing I am,
nothing not. A place
between, I am. I am
more than thought, less
than thought. A house
with winds, but a distance
-- something loose in the wind,
feeling weather as that life,
walks toward the lights he left.'
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