Am I wrong to hear the wren or wait, sliding each
Effort at harm into the past of all cerebration
You might have dropped me in? If I could only be
In-law, like, small enough. If I could respond or else
Learn to become those thoughts held back: I froze
Down blind to you sweeping me incertain
The deep night's never blue. The sigh-in
About conditional life trips over the weft of each
Wasted contemplation. Were I out of doors
Where wolves fear no swift autumn infamy
And not nested dark halted by the bent control
Of closet-rooms that silence no coming bomb
Self's certain there's courage without changing that
Other night of the wren to be saddled grey in harm
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