see it so well,
The image I cannot bind
to incomplete recollection;
Someone's to blame,
the one who steals all my attentions—
Professors, confessors
of such other worldly aims,
These horizons stretch so far
until the day is through,
And the length of our stay
determines our view—
So let me be the one, out on a limb
farthest from the bough for you.
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