Corners
I've resigned myself to sit in a corner
And though I am the corner
I know nothing of that at this time
Because I'm not a gatherer.
I pick things up and drop them
Along my travels
My all glory travels
My eternal traverse
My Great Divine
And from the corner I look
Through narrow telescopes.
Because I'm not talking to anyone.
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