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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