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The Gift
I want the unseen things
around my path

to continue unconcerned
at the sound of footsteps

I want to release myself to chaos,
as darkness releases

from the boughs of spruces
to stain the evening air, like ink through water.

and at my arrival to feel my path to be
an inevitable conclusion.

I want to pass anonymous
through my arch, guided

by the contrarian
light of the moon

to arrive at the precipice -
to the vertiginous glance -

drunk on the largeness of space
that surrounds me.

I want experience
and its limits.

I want the gift
without expectation

1st know version Jul, 2005
Latest version May, 2011
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