If deciding were something
You did, something that happened
To you, you would decide it
Or let it happen to you
Quickly, and live by windows
All the time, window-living
Becoming your thing, your point,
The fulcrum around which
Your life went on rotating,
You would love a window room
Laid out just so for you—love
To live between windows more
Or less forever, living
Simply, with no other life
You would ever have to be.
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