Tonight in a snowstorm
Riding home on the bus
I could be traversing
The surface of the moon
Or a dreamscape in which
Each twig of each passing
Branch has been
Branch has been
Precisely articulated
In accordance with
The exercise of
Its own free will
Just as I myself have
Attained to my present stature
Under the fading influence
Attained to my present stature
Under the fading influence
Of available daylight
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