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Second trilogy, I'll read the
whole trilogy, is "The Wind."

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Which came first,
the key or the lock?

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Love or desire?

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In or out?

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Enclose me and climb me,
call, mark, question quickly.

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Ask me to doubt.

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I doubt, therefore I am.

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We are.

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I doubt the landscape.

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And at least it is.

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Doubt, great smile of Descartes,
pleasures the question,

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who could keep everything,
everything unproved?

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Doubt.

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My lock is a key to truth.

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Doubt as a key, locks truth.

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Unlocks mind pigeons
to refute, to regain.

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Fly through visions,
nest, and sweet rocks.

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The clouds for
morning, peck at pain.

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Truth locks this too,
unlocked is love.

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Watch, proverbs falling about
as gold red autumn leaves

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and above, whisper.

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Are we impervious?

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We are gold red
proverbs falling.

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We are love's leaves
all ground red.

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Leaves, wind torn, sun
smoothed and passage,

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hushed from tree speech,
brown on the ground,

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sigh against each other.

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No rage, no doubt in changing.

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What is found, unfound,
felt or unfelt, blows by.

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Winds rise, the air
responds in song.

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There is no ground
without a sky.

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No sky that does
not have a song.

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Softly desire love's wind word.

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Stirs the laid leaves
is held and heard.

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