I need air, wide spaces
That put everything
In their places,
And yet where
There is no place
That keeps each thing
Especially,
Holding it to its greedy
Heart in lanky paws,
Covering and coveting
The essence of nature
With grease, familiarity’s
Creed, like a passage
In which every word
Holds its piece,
As habit is not
The necessity of silence
In a necessary place.
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