For this, also, is true:

      Wherever you are, there you may go.

And there you may find a sweeping range of uncertainty,
Amidst a sea of elegant dangers,
Dotted with islands of short, quick, breaths
Along a razor-narrow current of ice and steam.

Indeed, here may be found the sum of such things.
They are all in this place;
They may be found in no other.

One comes here by stopping dead.
One goes farther as one gets into.
One continues here by trial and long mystery.

When one leaves, one returns by gravity and grace.


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