Remoteness
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Does he speak through the silence of others
And pass through their half-formed thoughts,
A ranging spirit, behind unknowing eyes;
Is he found in raw logic and plots?
Could you find him hidden by circumstance,
Or discarded like weight on a chase,
Is he there in the hurrying footsteps;
The mute laughter, behind a straight face?
Is he now just a memory out of season,
Flown too far from it's fledging ground,
Like the pained remoteness of mountains,
Where the echo beats out its last sound?
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