Of the possibility of when
Left and right meet
A step gives
The knowing of soles
Softly tread featherlight
In feeling
Bread in a pond of swans
And hiccupped aisle chair of thimble
And wave
And rain stick
And four points sharing
The earth of uplifted, bowed knee
Thank you for being
All that I see
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