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Of Being

I know this happiness
is provisional:

     the looming presences —
     great suffering, great fear —

     withdraw only
     into peripheral vision:

but ineluctable this shimmering
of wind in the blue leaves:

this flood of stillness
widening the lake of sky:

this need to dance,
this need to kneel:
          this mystery:

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