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the movements of the nerves are being recorded,
and in readiness for something unlikely to appear
and, all the way, there is a sense of groping along a corridor.
Light sparkles in play, the sun gives birth to existence in play,
and something makes us hesitate to go straight ahead,
soon radiance seems to spill from a crack in the darkness.
The habit of peering out from inside a shadow hasn't got better,
until it seems something suddenly revives, and the wind rushes in from there.
Even the atmosphere assimilateds to the scenery,
