Come, dearest reader – step out.
Step out of your room, wherever you are.
Bid goodnight to all that you know there,
in your outpost before the far.
Your gaze in its confusion
can barely pry itself free of its door,
and your tread is unpersuaded
that it might well abandon that floor.
But lift up your might with your weary eyes
and place it against the sky.
Place it in the center of a world
which around it will roll on by.
It could be in a word, a thing you say,
grown huge and ripe in quiet.
You’ll seize its meaning, turn away,
and leave a brave new world to riot.
So leave behind your room and your claim
and whatever else you’re about.
Whoever you are, step out of your room.
Whoever you are, step out.
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