The huge pipes snake across
Alaska. Do you want to know why you tie Your right shoe first, your feet Contain the stars, a dizzying sky, Scintillating snow, a scattered Throw of ice? If you trudge Along the slushy road, you’ll never Know, you’ll only, barely, judge What you already see. Then Your ankles are light, because they contain The stars and space, and song sweeps, Heaps the hills with legerdemain. At first, the rocky ground will twist Your ankle, though here and there you see A channel where water ran, will run, And the lights are turning ceaselessly.
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