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98 resolution I’ll​call​those​scattered​parts​back​to​my​side, and​marshal​them,​so​power​cannot​hide so​far​inside​its​brow​and​cloudy​skies; I’ll​call​the​night​attendants​to​put​on their​green​control​and​walk​up​to​my​side with​thin​and​arching​tendons​bending​low, speaking​my​parts,​the​ones​they​used​to​hide. They​will​walk​easily,​for​they​have​shown the​way​to​many​easy​thoughts​before. They​will​be​friendly,​since​they​will​not​know the​world​without​them,​the​tormented​one. They​will​speak​softly.​They​will​not​be​hard. They​are​my​night​attendants;​they,​I​know, will​count​for​me​when​all​around​my​side a​tighter​world​comes​on.​How​could​they​hide? I’ll​open​out​tonight,​and​from​outside I’ll​call​those​corners​in,​whose​breathing​shows that​globes​are​simple,​and​that​light​can​find one​dent​beyond​one​valley​at​a​time. ...

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