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In a byway was the center found
In the epiphany of a stone;
In the whimsical span of a water bead,
The conjecture of another room.
A parole is given to the regnancy of breath,
And respite taken from atmosphere voice, sea motion, the gull crossing in air.

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Nebula to a faceted eye
The pool in evening in a chemical light--
The swarm itself a galaxy in small,
A motion's eon to an instant pressed--
Strangely grave
The fancies of the loungers aquamarine,
Somber after a summer labor
Under the slow dark wheel.

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The grass has a flatness, yet single with shadows,
And the water beyond with glints, signs, has the pucker of a gull calling a wave to focus,
And the fence, against the terror, just so--
Grass, fence, water alternating in essence,
Eye, and shadow-casting form complacent.
O, summoned tableaux!
As careless of a sum as continuity imagined.

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In this visual field there are many things,
Trees and such, people, light,
That need no accounting,
All in completeness and one may weary of it
To death--the distillation of time behind the eye
Become tongue bitterness;
Or weightless to thought's matter;
Or lost in the obviate density of the sparrows.
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I've lost my umbrella that interweaved construction--
I was fond of its articulation.
But a willful obscurity may suffice,
And the leaves, in their tedious sun-seeking.

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I must relinquish the moon tho she was never mine
In this part of a tale or dream
Enskyed in my pocket and I in hers
Strangely bound and free.
Content me now to far observe
In the mutable dark her hand dipped
Making the unseen, light.

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