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Even before you're truly awake
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something rare has taken hold.
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See
how the light stands solid,
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enclosing the room
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in
a chaos of fern.
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Feel the hands that have wound this
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icy
design about the house.
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If
you put an eye to the window,
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they will be out there,
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waiting to bind you too.
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A
penny warmed in the mouth
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burns a precise disc
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in
the window glass.
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Infinite white
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bears silence
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to
the far distance.
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In
the frozen ocean,
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the
old men of the town,
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like so many Ancient Mariners,
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wait for a breeze
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to
release them.
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