180

he looked up; but, in a brief moment of honesty,
had to admit that the view was essentially the same.

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179

setting down his cup, it readily found the ground of its world;
while his simply fell away.

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178

unsupported
he would lean into the light.

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177

he might have felt that life was fleeting,
yet even that would have been overstating it.

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176

the curtains had been drawn
yet light still spilled into the room,
leaving him to wonder
whether it was the world or him
that had sprung a leak.

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175

he suspected that freedom,
if freedom there were,
would lie not in choosing
but rather in remaining
within the unsupported.

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174

even though so much was denied him
he always had the melancholy surface of things.

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173

for him
the insignificant
would always
provide succour.

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