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I think I would be wild then Sounding the radar depths of myself With untailored looks and Discarded prudence whose wind I would use for these hastily fashioned wings Sufficient to carry to speculate Adequate for the journey and Comforting if not in manufacture Then in philosophy of the expedition itself Whose impending congress yields to the other Of me cautious and precipitous with doom Having returned again to the starting point And finding myself still there Peter Ciccariello Rhode Island, USA 4/5/2006 10:35:29 PM