Aside
mid the excess
the access
the possess
there is an aside
of which we long
and cannot find
at darken door
nor roaming room
for there is
no ware
better than the breeze
the rustle of leaves
the way of the water
the skin of a tree
the aimless insect
the rinse of rain
methinks it a shame
to go the day long
distant and wide
without this aside
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