I am a house
	Whose doors
	Are shut and locked,
	I am a record
	Not yet spinning.
	I am a lock
	That has no key,
	A windless sail,
	A leafless tree.
	I am a half
	Without a whole,
	I am a kick
	Without a goal.
	In me
	There is a path
	Without an end,
	A letter
	With no place to send.

5/21/81

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