• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 12
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In the absence of

everything but light
and sensitive surface,

consider the scales:
airy solitude against

shadowed fulfillment,
regret hiding in the pines—

what path won't break
a border with its wandering?

Oh the privilege
of being weighed

and found wanting.
What a pity to be left

empty and unmeasured
for all to see.