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And when you are finally caught and questioned,

it is discovered, sadly, that you know

nothing of use. Your captors exchange glances, nod.

You are released in the freedom of some afternoon,

some autumn of the year, your coat, hat, returned

as if to continue your life. Now it is you

in the world again. In yellowing rooms, life

becomes no more than the places where it occurs.

At the pier in darkness, parades will cross the water,

visible but once. Or I could say

I saw the wind coming hard along the river touching all it passed.

How are things consequent? When they catch you

again, what will you say? That all things

may be weighed, may be raised and weighed

by two human hands?