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You Are The One. Solid The Spaces Lean On, Envious. You Are The Baby In The Barn.

I Wonder About All The Roads Not Taken And Am Moved To Quote Frost...but Won't. It Is Sad To Be Able Only To Mouth Other Poets. I Want Someone To Mouth Me.

I Talk To God But The Sky Is Empty.

A Skeptic, I Would Ask For Consistency First Of All.

Read Widely Of Others' Experiences, Even If It'd Be More Comfortable To Snuggle Back In The Comforting Cotton-wool Of Blissful Ignorance.