In you my wanting love finds its encircling Desire, and blissfully requests the tether Be ever tighter, you be ever closer. However I must always fail to render Whatever the elusive touch expanding An individual within another. You crave the novelty that keeps another Obscure experience in the encircling, Encroaching days from you, a bore expanding Throughout your life, a modern serfdom's tether. I know the craftsman's poverty will render His dreams a fleeting fantasy; no closer. The intimate monotony is closer To death; the Silents' span from one another Is further far than voices that must render Immeasurable distances encircling Creation's whole. The pauper's life's a tether It orbits with the world around expanding. The passing days that find your doubt expanding Are huddled ever colder, ever closer Together; and domestic life the tether Does not permit your projects. So another Ennui consumes you, on and on, encircling The tight demands of human life we render. My ignorant heart weeps, it cannot render The means that you require; there's no expanding Garage or atelier I have, in which, encircling Our home from inside comes to be much closer Than all the rest of it. The dismal tether Reality insists on is another. Although you fear it will be just another Abstraction to approximately render Those gross machines, I say to grasp the tether; For if you quit you'll be adrift, expanding So far away from what you were, no closer To being happy, lassitude encircling. I pray the tether, clutching now, expanding May render all the distance from you closer With one another in an art encircling.
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