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Wharf

I could not be

Otherwise if I walked

To the furthest wharf

And threw myself in

To where the soft

Surround of painted dusk

Evinces a horizon.


I have no edges

And no motives and

In motion alone

Can find my footing;

Entire worlds enmesh

Me, inscrutable solitude

Protects me here.


I am touching every

Side of God, and 

Even He has never 

Known me. What

Else is there to do

But disappear and

Dawn anew?

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