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Middle Clarity

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Let me see it for myself, when the air is
Not obscured, and there’s no denial of
Mortal sight between the harvest moon
And here
I own this state of clouded view, the
Neglect of objectivity, my design -
Inadvertent, creeping like the sheltered moss
Of an ancient English moor
So,
No infractions to the wind

For haze that drifts across the plain -
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