On Looking Out the Window at an Impossibly Blue July New York City Sky

What great gladness
to inhabit mind! –
become as large
as any grand scheme
it can find.
It would be sweet
to leave it there,

all cozy,
contemplating
air, abstractly
entertaining
pretty notions
of its magnitude,
and getting dozy –

but oceans
of calamitous,
detailed
and harrowingly
random
circumstance
regale as well:

so many winds blow
through your
windows:
hard to tell,
sometimes,
from hell –
and other impositions

of unasked-for sins;
though now
you try
to see the glory
of an Immanence:
imagine
everybody wins.

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