If only for once it were still.
If the not quite right and the why this
could be muted, and the neighbor's laughter,
and the static my senses make-
if all of it didn't keep me from coming awake-
Then in one vast thousandfold thought
I could think you up to where thinking ends.
I could possess you,
even fro the brevity of a smile,
to offer you
to all that lives,
in gladness.
-Rilke
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