I, Quite

Eyes a little wider
Breathe a little deeper
Glibly, I shake with my hands in my pockets
I'm sure that's going where it's going
And abstractions, steel beams,
And vagaries
Populate the attic
With the tea kettles and cozies
Nettles and nosies
Whose fear of the dark
Holds a candle to my bearing (it's stark)

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